July 2009 - Chapel Hill, NC
While wifey was snapping pictures away during our trip to see some friends, I tried to do the same with some words.
A spattered rust pattern at a suspicous distance from a urinal in Wilson Library CH
Two individuals talking; one versed in conversation, the other socially awkward.
A sign that mocks the title Speed Bump, defiantly renaming itself a Speed Table.
An alley that screams allusions to Thermopyle, the hot gates.
A street infected by the plague of consumerism.
An art exhibit that reminds me that the parting gift from the Industrial Revolution is that all Art can only be -from here on out- collage, a permutation of objects, repeating itself over and over, ad infinitum...ad nauseam...leaving us completely, eternally -from here on out- and utterly fucked...
An 18th century Mater Dolorosa, wood and fabric, whose pained expression is more than I can bear, more alive than I will ever be.
An early sketch of Hercules Strangling Cerberus by Giulio Romano, one head under arm and the third with his crotch.