Showing posts with label still life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label still life. Show all posts

Sunday, February 20, 2011

ancient chinese secret


That's a blown-out folded piece of paper.

Friday, September 17, 2010

jesus lizard


Oatmeal and the Jesus Lizard. The least balanced of breakfasts.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

end of job



Reprezent. Old school 1990.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

desktop with ink



That's a trading card featuring James Bond getting hit in the back of the head with a blunt object.

Friday, February 26, 2010

sleeping on the floor


Let's go to my house. Take naps.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

paintbrushes



I think this would make a good painting. A meta-painting.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

tree saw and cart wheel


Of course this is in New Hampshire!

Saturday, December 19, 2009

everything's coming up junkhouse


A rare still life that I set up.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

The Skull (exhibit version)


Fourth of five photos from Various Perspectives.

I posted this one here before in a different form. That first one is a scan of a print that I made in the darkroom. For this new one I scanned the negative directly. I melted and scratched up the negative, so it's all rippled and bent. So the point of focus may be different every time you put it in a darkroom enlarger or negative scanner.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

dino mountain


This is my first-ever photo shoot, taken around the time I first saw Dino-Riders, at age 6 or so. And now I'm a photographer. Which I think means I owe this all to the sublime genius that is Dino-Riders. Which is awesome.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

green eggs and ham


Do you like them?

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

acoustic & electric


I put Acousticy in the corner.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

still life with green chair, metal box & vacuum


That little vacuum cleaner looks like a dalek. EXTERMINATE ALL DUST, DIRT AND POLLEN!

Monday, September 29, 2008

the skull


Growing up, my grandfather lived with us. He had a skull on top of his bookshelf. It stared out of his bedroom with its skull-eyes, watching over me for year after year as I grew from a human baby into a twenty-year-old boy-man.

My grandfather said it belonged to -- but was not the actual head of -- his great-grandfather, who was a dentist. Dentists back then would practice on real human skulls. This dude's jaw is held together by packing tape and string, so I hope for his sake he was dead before his face became a dental crash test dummy.


It was definitely a little creepy to have around when I was younger, but I eventually got used to the sight of the skull. Its murderous screams are another story. I'm just glad it's still out there somewhere.