Excerpt.
Collaboration with LA artist Diana-Sofia Estrada.
Shown at Aurora Picture Show shorts festival (2009).
(Source: vimeo.com)
Excerpt.
Collaboration with LA artist Diana-Sofia Estrada.
Shown at Aurora Picture Show shorts festival (2009).
(Source: vimeo.com)
Byron’s Strategy (2009 - 2010)
Shown at Lawndale Big Show (Houston, July 2010) & Union Street Gallery “Words and Numbers” (Chicago, March 2011)
Published in Meridian Anthology of Contemporary Poetry and Nomad’s Choir
Based on the Cy Twombly painting of the same name at the Cy Twombly Gallery Extension of the Menil Collection.
Footprints, tears and objectifications
Are first and foremost our lives obligations-
They keep us bound together.
If it is possible to love-
I have found this, white canvas painted white
Have found you measuring equidistance from center to side
A painting in light and a painting itself
A dimensionality made touchable by the viewer myself
Thus given a life through spectatorship
And given a story through authorship
I fuse together your disconnect
Where now is two was three
A white canvas/you and me.
I believe that genius is an act of patience
A faithful waiting, a reticence
Minute cuttings, exactitude
Little reprieves and gratitude.
Here, is where you pretend.
Tri-paneled, aloof you sigh, rejected
But while you walk there’s a silence electric.
Published at Barnwood Press and The Eclectic Muse
I have collected for you an old army boot
A root and some hair, a wet piece of wood
The broken remains of an emergency flare.
I have prepared an old tire and sandblasted some metal
To show you how much we’re meant to be together.
I will collect a pile of dust and dedicate it to you
Broken labels, empty bottles and an old toothpaste tube.
You see, I am filling up space with what resembles your face.
And a glass box won’t do, to hold my love for you in,
I need a tall giant space to put infinity in.
I have composed ten volumes of gouached artist’s books
Isolated their shapes and the young model’s looks
With a dot and a word, have prepared a rich crown
And comprised a whole world in a paint dolloped gown.
My room, a treasure box of unsightly odds and ends –
Here’s the perfect place for my love to live in.
I will collect your eyes, your mouth, your heart.
I will trace your legs, where your mouth starts to part.
I will count the moles and reflect them with stars
So that wherever you’re posed, I’ll know just where you are.
Narrowing Down My Husband Target Market (2008 - 2009)
Being-towards-marriage (2011)