..I saw a depiction of sensationalism fading out with a  contrived excitement on this tired day

In between what we know
casual
not in a place
but in a moment
in a haze
as the eyelids begins to open
until they are just about opened
in between knowledge and rubbish
an instant where we keep and discard
that urban space of existence
speed

Look at me
But don't look at me
love and hate me
stay in between
spin
I'm your pie, your puff of smoke and your baby
one more time
smack
and the door opens again
but you do not look
at the consequences spiralling
at that face you do not want to see
that tells you that..

pleasure is a farce

intersection: This picture is from a series of photographs that were taken on a seemingly "empty" lot in the intersection of Burrard and 4th street in Vancouver. I tried to find poetry and meaning along the edge of the wall of the building beside the lot, right along were the bushes were growing against. The picture is also influenced by abstract expressionism, arte povera and earth art.

This picture is at an intersection between the chaos and unrestricted growth in nature and the predictabil...