For me, the two must go together.
A common misconception that outsiders tend to have about me is that I have a never ending supply of money to finance my travels and spend most of my time vacationing.
Oh how Instagram posts can be so deceiving.
So, in order to clear things up, in actuality there’s a lot of working going on behind the scenes of all the play that’s posted. For me, photo sharing is used mostly for my own art purposes as well as documentation. I see it as a gallery of my favorite shots. And although it may look like my life or someone else’s life is all play, work never leaves my side. As my own boss, my business is always at my fingertips through my phone or my computer, which are seldom apart from me. And if they are, the collecting of memories, stories, experiences, photographs and encounters are archived inspiration for my work. For me, work and play are one. (At least most of the time). Continue reading “Work & Travel” »
photo credit: Juliann Gates
“If you knew that your life was merely a phase or short, short segment of your entire existence, how would you live? Knowing nothing ‘real’ was at risk, what would you do? You’d live a gigantic, bold, fun, dazzling life. You know you would. That’s what the ghosts want us to do – all the exciting things they no longer can” – Chuck Palahniuk
She stands as a colossal Victorian deteriorating like a forgotten cathedral on the Philadelphia street corner of Broad and Fairmount. The days of elegance and grandeur have passed away beneath the tomb of her hollow arches only to re-emerge with an even more distinct majesty and allure.
Lorraine beckoned to me for years, her towering presence and asbestos dust seeped beneath my skin. It was only a matter of time until I’d find my way deep into the heart of her presence. From a cold black basement chasing light up a swirling marble staircase up ten stories to a massive penthouse ballroom turned hollow shell of abandonment. Where once the melodic clinking of silverware on fine china clattered against the muffled laughter and chatter of hundreds of guests dressed in their classiest attire was now condensed to a faint whisper in a slow swirl of white dust against sunlight peeking through empty arched window frames. Continue reading “An Appointment With The Divine” »
You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart will always be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of knowing and loving people in more than one place
Over the past few weeks I’ve been slowly posting in segments pieces about my latest expedition to Ghana, West Africa. From start to finish, to the origins that led to the journey, to the many lessons I learned and re-learned throughout, here is the complete archive in one blog post:
1. – Affirmation
2. – Nairobi
3. – Maps
4. – My Lover (Pt. I)
5. – The Despair of the Privileged
6. – Reckless Abandon
7. – Pen & Paper
8. – Lake Bosomtwe
9. – The Grand Portrait
10. – Tourists and Travelers
11. – My Lover (Pt. II)
12. – The Inevitable Sadness
13. – The Burden of Self
14. – Stable Instability
15. – The Front Lines