Slip but don’t fall. Who knows where it goes?
Friday, February 26, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Camera Obscura
Eyes see what we think. Whether it’s something we like, or something we’re afraid of, mind pictures are not an objective summary of life (is such a thing possible?). Even cameras lie, and tell stories that have narrators and hopes. The two dimensional form they squash real space into is shaded all over with these ideas. So many beautiful ideas.
In the realm of monsters it’s important to remember that some of these creatures have been hitherto unknown. How can our eyes see un-liked, un-feared and un-thought quantities? Clearly, we need some help. This help comes in the form of my camera obscura, passed down (somewhat awkwardly due to its strange boxy shape) to me from a long line of monster-hunting ancestors. My camera obscura snags shots that slip my eyes’ grasp.
Here’s a freshly coiffed and slightly titillating monster lurking by the side of the superhighway on Chiang Mai. I stopped for a drink on my long dusty passage and had a feeling about that hair.
Kate helped wielded the unwieldy box to capture this fight. It happened with little understanding at the time. Instinct takes over, and time moves in circles more silly than usual.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
small
Small spaces fill me with intrigue. When a box (real or imaginary) catches a space inside of it, I feel myself pushing the possibilities of the area.[1] I strain to find something that fits physically, but that tells an intricate gangle of a story that touches far from itself.
These are the positive wonders, the wonders of when the sun shines. At night (real or imaginary) parasitic monsters leak into these boxes however hard I try to keep them out. They move with frightening speed and accuracy and aren’t content to merely touch far from themselves. Their touch is infections. Their touch is teeth.
Here are some found monsters. Thankfully, I met them in the heat of the day when their stories where warm and only mildly insolent.
I tremble at the thought of the terrible teeth they must grow every evening.
Kate poured this one into her mouth where it left her with a soulful glow of caffeine. 
Harmless enough, but don’t pick those flowers. This monster’s heavy face can break your heart and your hand just as quickly.
Mailpeople have the most difficult time getting junk mail to stick in this retching wall guardian.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Generation Monster
Someone who knows a lot about things that I generally don’t once told me that my generation was the scariest group of people ever to have the responsibility of life stuffed into their hands.
It’s because we were raised by television monsters.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Silence
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