Laura and Eric at Circus Circus, Las Vegas

Laura and Eric at Circus Circus, Las Vegas

There’s something creepy and wonderful about Las Vegas.  It’s cheesy, seedy, fake, and fascinating.  It’s a sort of year ’round Carnival of total indulgence., complete with third rate acts and pot on the streets.  I’d like to go back and spend a month or so photographing all of it.

Artist JR’s Latest Large-Scale Installation on the U.S.-Mexico Border

Image from JR’s Twitter


French artist JR has just installed his first work in Mexico, on the Mexican side of the U.S.-Mexico border in Tecate. The nearly 70-ft tall image is of a 1-year old name Kikito, who lives in Tecate. The installation comes in the same week Trump orders to end the Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals, the program protecting young undocumented immigrants from deportation.

The artwork will be visible from the U.S. side of the Tecate border for a month. Have a look at more images and video of its construction below.


Image from JR’s Twitter


Image from JR’s Twitter 

Image from JR’s Twitter

Double Selfie

Double SelfieLate afternoon in a new housing development. My reflection in the van, and my dirt-distorted shadow.  Everything’s warm and glowing.  I am absolutely NOT religious, nor spiritual, new-age, alien ancestors, or any of that silliness.  So the image is exactly appropriate..  the carpet over the dirt tells you everything you need to know.

Copyright God

god oultine final working [Converted]

About 2 years ago I, with a lot of help from my much-more-competent wife, made a vector drawing of Michelangelo’s God from the Sistine Chapel.  I sent the drawing to DC and got a copyright for it.  Obviously it isn’t the original Michelangelo image, but the outline is immediately recognizable.  It’s fun to play with.  I’m thinking about doing a series of pieces based on my copyrighted version.

The Cubist Head: Self-Portrait in the Gym

The Cubist Head, Self Portrait in the Gym

I’m usually unsure of new pieces.  At first I think, “what the fuck?”  Then I stare at it a while longer, let my eye flow over the colors and shapes,  wonder at possible meanings.  Like, why did I put a ceiling fan over that guy’s face?  I suppose because his lose of identity is my gain.  After all, he’s pretty buff in a feminized way, and I’ve never been even close to buff.  I go to the gym simply to slightly slow the hands of time, but not actually expecting to improve anything.