3.16.2011

butterflies and anvils,
a photographic journal 
about inspiration and art.


hello everyone! so i've been hinting for awhile now about exciting news and finally it's here! i'm launching a quarterly photographic journal, titled butterflies and anvils. i will post information, tidbits and updates here (on the blog of the same name) about the journal. it features artist interviews and portfolios, articles about photography and creativity, beautiful images, creative writing, neat places to shoot, product reviews and other ways that i stay inspired. you can see a preview and order the magazine here.


the feature artist for winter, issue one is elizabeth stone. check out forty pages of elizabeth's photographs and a discussion about her materials, creative process and artistic influences. 

the journal is also on twitter, under butterflyanvils, so stay updated about the publication there as well, and spread the word if you find it inspiring!

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i see this journal as a collaboration of our experiences as a collective generation of visual professionals, and am proud to share the ideas and work of so many talented and creative colleagues.

so please join me on the artistic path! hope you enjoy it!

3.14.2011

daily haiku:

i draw circles here.
continuous arcs surround.
to come back again.

3.10.2011

daily haiku:

sunlit reflections,
beckoning me to its warmth.
remembering this. 

3.09.2011

daily haiku:

pits in my stomach.
they tell me i'm still breathing.
poised for what comes next. 


3.06.2011

daily haiku:

a blank sky beyond.
hotel room won't let me sleep.
does your heart soften?

3.02.2011

empty gardens.






talking with you.
about the state of the world.
and where we fit in.
crunching leaves...


...
moving through. simply.


.....
airplane graveyard.
you stand among the ruins.
delicate and hopeful and young. busted up fuselage. your dress so fitted and pressed.
motionless. burned out wings.
not knowing if the remains are yours.
injured girl.
rusting yellow metal in heaps. lush green grass grows around you. as the bright country sun lights up your hair.
sun flare obscures your face and shoulder.
but you remain.
a giant among the battered pieces.
of this airplane graveyard.
and your world.

once we were best friends. without even knowing.
it's your turn to turn off the light.

once we were alike. without even knowing.
watching thunderstorms on the patio.

once we were confidantes. without even knowing.
we didn’t know what secrets were.

once we were happy. without even knowing.
that goodness meant we were together.



grow
. you whispered. i heard it. i am sure.

grow. i whispered back. on the breeze that blew between us.

grow. i feel it. but i sit here in defiance.

grow. you know it. and you thrust out your shoots, without intention.

grow. i want it. but i am swimming in the thickest sea.

grow. you must. so you reach through the power lines for your sky.

grow. i can. but these tendrils hold me to this merciless earth.

grow. you will. and i’ll look for shelter below you.

grow. i will. but first let me rest my body against you.

grow. you have. and i cannot imagine this world without you.

grow. i am trying. but i cannot keep up with you.

grow. you show me. let me learn from your strength.

grow. i whispered. did i hear it? i am sure.

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