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 old friends so bright and luminous, they blow a shimmer of light into my camera. 
 forever immortalized on a one-of-a-kind, now discontinued film medium, their presence among the active silver nitrate and substrate makes me endlessly happy. 
 looking forward to the warming up trend happening in between the intermittent rain showers. bright clear lovely days ahead. 
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old friends so bright and luminous, they blow a shimmer of light into my camera.

forever immortalized on a one-of-a-kind, now discontinued film medium, their presence among the active silver nitrate and substrate makes me endlessly happy.

looking forward to the warming up trend happening in between the intermittent rain showers. bright clear lovely days ahead.

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 big ups to  lacasaazulbookstore  in east harlem. proprietor  a  urora anaya-cerda  had a dream to open a bookstore to promote children’s literature, educational programing and literature by latino writers. 
 opened in the fall of 2011, this gem continues to flourish and shine as a local cultural institution. if you’re in east harlem, please go by and peep out her choice business. 
 supporting a dream of another will allow you to make an actual difference in the world. small gestures make ripples. congratulations again! 
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big ups to lacasaazulbookstore in east harlem. proprietor aurora anaya-cerda had a dream to open a bookstore to promote children’s literature, educational programing and literature by latino writers.

opened in the fall of 2011, this gem continues to flourish and shine as a local cultural institution. if you’re in east harlem, please go by and peep out her choice business.

supporting a dream of another will allow you to make an actual difference in the world. small gestures make ripples. congratulations again!

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here’s to never fleeing from something, but always running towards something. to finding strange moments within the travel, to riding trains to far destinations, to walking the distance.

you’re always present with yourself, so what does it matter if your feet want to go left or right? eventually you may have the option to choose both, or an entirely different set of options. if time is short, of course you must choose. but what if your weekend is open and free for the scheduling of your choosing?

what elation and opportunity! what raw and unbridled emptiness could be filled to the brim with unknown discoveries! plural!

i’m always moving never stopping, so you be too, and maybe our paths will parallel. and maybe they will cross and tangent into other tributaries. but we’ll have had the great pleasure to have witnessed each other, adventuring in the world, smiling wide with teeth exposed reeling with a sense of such completeness.

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 everything you’ve ever been interested in has been observed. everything you’ve ever seen, or tasted has been thought of. everything is old hat and not worth your exploration. everything is finite. 
 everything you’ve ever been interested in has led you to new discovery. everything you’ve ever seen, or tasted has never been seen or tasted like you’ve experienced. everything is endlessly unfolding new and pure; new thoughts forming new interpretations making new moments, and your interaction only compounds the chance of uniqueness. all endeavors are worth your exploration. 
 everything is cyclical and infinite. 
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everything you’ve ever been interested in has been observed. everything you’ve ever seen, or tasted has been thought of. everything is old hat and not worth your exploration. everything is finite.

everything you’ve ever been interested in has led you to new discovery. everything you’ve ever seen, or tasted has never been seen or tasted like you’ve experienced. everything is endlessly unfolding new and pure; new thoughts forming new interpretations making new moments, and your interaction only compounds the chance of uniqueness. all endeavors are worth your exploration.

everything is cyclical and infinite.

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 we find beauty in the most curious of places. for me it always lies in the details. small tiny attributes gleaming waiting to be discovered. the lines, the way it just all comes together. 
 the one sink with the modern fixtures among the eldersilver. the removed toilet but the classic flush-tank remaining affixed to the wall. the screwholes on bracing walls where renovations happened in a past year. 
 and this is just a restroom! i feel like i was transported into the film, t he hudsucker proxy , and any minute, some ole doddering businesstocrat is going to come in muttering to himself about the bottom line and profit shares. 
 and some secret part of me wishes that it’ll really happen. would it be too weird to ask for a couch in there? 
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we find beauty in the most curious of places. for me it always lies in the details. small tiny attributes gleaming waiting to be discovered. the lines, the way it just all comes together.

the one sink with the modern fixtures among the eldersilver. the removed toilet but the classic flush-tank remaining affixed to the wall. the screwholes on bracing walls where renovations happened in a past year.

and this is just a restroom! i feel like i was transported into the film, the hudsucker proxy, and any minute, some ole doddering businesstocrat is going to come in muttering to himself about the bottom line and profit shares.

and some secret part of me wishes that it’ll really happen. would it be too weird to ask for a couch in there?

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 hark! 
 to the complete death of self-doubt, fear, consternation, silence, and regret. 
 the city may be crumbling, the seas may be roiling, and the stars may be fading away into the dark bleak black of outer space, but you have the chance, right now, to make something of substance. 
 each moment a gift, each new conversation a positive charge to the soul, each whisper, each hug hello-goodbye, each i-love-you, each chat, each knowing silent shared bemused gaze. 
 these are my new gold brick, and i aim to build this house of creativity piece by piece. 
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hark!

to the complete death of self-doubt, fear, consternation, silence, and regret.

the city may be crumbling, the seas may be roiling, and the stars may be fading away into the dark bleak black of outer space, but you have the chance, right now, to make something of substance.

each moment a gift, each new conversation a positive charge to the soul, each whisper, each hug hello-goodbye, each i-love-you, each chat, each knowing silent shared bemused gaze.

these are my new gold brick, and i aim to build this house of creativity piece by piece.

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 something about that point in time where your impulse to create clashes with the fact that there are nothing but condiments and peripheral food items in your fridge. 
 to sustain the vitality of your body versus the continued exploration & development of your creativity… 
 it’s all a bit of a non-conundrum, as i stand in the doorway of the kitchen listening to the radio and not making any decisions just yet, and resolving to find a way to accomplish both. 
 outside, winter and the sun are having talks, and i think they’re soon coming to a seasonal resolution. 
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something about that point in time where your impulse to create clashes with the fact that there are nothing but condiments and peripheral food items in your fridge.

to sustain the vitality of your body versus the continued exploration & development of your creativity…

it’s all a bit of a non-conundrum, as i stand in the doorway of the kitchen listening to the radio and not making any decisions just yet, and resolving to find a way to accomplish both.

outside, winter and the sun are having talks, and i think they’re soon coming to a seasonal resolution.

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 people with dreams and hopes are out there. 
 the remnants of conversation, delicious meals being source and prepared, countless heartaches, numerous joys, a thousand people shouting, millions of people singing melodies softly amidst the murmur of a city under the blanket of a waning winter. 
 the desolation of history is out there. this is a nod to the memory of the chandler piano co. sign i had seen unearthed by transition construction this past week. 
 the only thing lost by not taking a look is everything you may potentially gain. some times it seems so simple, and so furiously complex all at the same time. 
 peering through that rainy, grimy, beautiful window, i had to remind myself that there is always something fantastic about looking around the bend. 
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people with dreams and hopes are out there.

the remnants of conversation, delicious meals being source and prepared, countless heartaches, numerous joys, a thousand people shouting, millions of people singing melodies softly amidst the murmur of a city under the blanket of a waning winter.

the desolation of history is out there. this is a nod to the memory of the chandler piano co. sign i had seen unearthed by transition construction this past week.

the only thing lost by not taking a look is everything you may potentially gain. some times it seems so simple, and so furiously complex all at the same time.

peering through that rainy, grimy, beautiful window, i had to remind myself that there is always something fantastic about looking around the bend.

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 let’s all meet as many interesting, different, curious, faceted, cool, historic, amazing people this week. 
 cause i’ve already had really random conversations with at least four, and i realized that everyone is hella interesting! 
 i seriously almost missed my stop just talking up someone cool about her completely rad icelandic  bónus  tote bag. it was the best thing i’d ever seen this week! 
 i want to but know i will not go to sleep within the time i think i will tonight, because my mind is reeling just thinking about the possibility of all things. 
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let’s all meet as many interesting, different, curious, faceted, cool, historic, amazing people this week.

cause i’ve already had really random conversations with at least four, and i realized that everyone is hella interesting!

i seriously almost missed my stop just talking up someone cool about her completely rad icelandic bónus tote bag. it was the best thing i’d ever seen this week!

i want to but know i will not go to sleep within the time i think i will tonight, because my mind is reeling just thinking about the possibility of all things.

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 note to self: 
 if you show up to a freelance gig in harlem super on time, on the correct day…but ONE MONTH TOO EARLY ( ! ! ! ), just take a calm moment to smile and laugh it off with the staff, then go explore the park nearby. 
 so there’s no gig, and it’s a snowstorm. so you have no booth, and there’s now snow in your ankle/no-show socks. so you’ve no real plan for the rest of the day, the rest of the week, the rest of the month, year, life… 
 …take a walk, take a stair-climb, take a breath of that sweet sweet fresh air, and then take some photos. because hey, it could be so much worse! 
 good times, weird day. 
 what did you end up doing yesterday? 
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note to self:

if you show up to a freelance gig in harlem super on time, on the correct day…but ONE MONTH TOO EARLY ( ! ! ! ), just take a calm moment to smile and laugh it off with the staff, then go explore the park nearby.

so there’s no gig, and it’s a snowstorm. so you have no booth, and there’s now snow in your ankle/no-show socks. so you’ve no real plan for the rest of the day, the rest of the week, the rest of the month, year, life…

…take a walk, take a stair-climb, take a breath of that sweet sweet fresh air, and then take some photos. because hey, it could be so much worse!

good times, weird day.

what did you end up doing yesterday?

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 after 6 hours 20 mins of a valentine’s day screening of matthew barney’s latest artfilm, “ rivers of fundament ,” we take one calm moment and remember that despite seeing every secretion, excrement, saliva, fluid, plasma, orifice musculature, and lubrication of the human body, we are still making plans to watch more movies. ha. 
 what a test of the defiance of personal limits, both cinematic and physically having to sit in semi-comfy chairs, and artfilm detractors. 
 i hope that you had a great friday, irregardless of hallmark’s hold on our collective global culture or not. 
 exploration! adventure! filmmaking! winter! hibernation! 
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after 6 hours 20 mins of a valentine’s day screening of matthew barney’s latest artfilm, “rivers of fundament,” we take one calm moment and remember that despite seeing every secretion, excrement, saliva, fluid, plasma, orifice musculature, and lubrication of the human body, we are still making plans to watch more movies. ha.

what a test of the defiance of personal limits, both cinematic and physically having to sit in semi-comfy chairs, and artfilm detractors.

i hope that you had a great friday, irregardless of hallmark’s hold on our collective global culture or not.

exploration! adventure! filmmaking! winter! hibernation!

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 to all other humans on the planet, and more specifically the dreamers who may reside more local: 
 bright, luminous & hopeful terrestrial being seeks inspiration and truth through the experience of himself and others. 
 open to casual conversations, walking through the city with loose destinations, tasting all there is to taste, peering around corners and through latched fences. 
 good observationalist, sound desire to engage the throngs of strange occurrences which will no doubt arise due to unencumbered exploration, and someone you can unflinchingly trust with your secrets. 
 must have some pocket cash in-hand, and a sense of direction, although there may be little use for either. 
 please contact me at your earliest convenience; lines of communication are all open. the time for a change in your heart is right now, as there is little time to waste if at all. 
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to all other humans on the planet, and more specifically the dreamers who may reside more local:

bright, luminous & hopeful terrestrial being seeks inspiration and truth through the experience of himself and others.

open to casual conversations, walking through the city with loose destinations, tasting all there is to taste, peering around corners and through latched fences.

good observationalist, sound desire to engage the throngs of strange occurrences which will no doubt arise due to unencumbered exploration, and someone you can unflinchingly trust with your secrets.

must have some pocket cash in-hand, and a sense of direction, although there may be little use for either.

please contact me at your earliest convenience; lines of communication are all open. the time for a change in your heart is right now, as there is little time to waste if at all.

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 to feel like an empty space seeking fulfillment. echoes in the hollows, secret doors leading to passages unexplored. mysteries and nuances. 
 we live our lives partly in search of meaning, of love, or experiencing those moments where we define our humanity, where we can see that we mattered at all for showing up. 
 and one of the true blessings of past successes has been the knowledge that i will never be sated, always be seeking more and better, looking furtively for bright & magical wonderment. 
 to feel like an arc of the sky, ever-stretching and leaning into the wind. the funny thing is we are never beginning and we are never ending. we just exist as we always have, and on occasion find our mark and stride. 
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to feel like an empty space seeking fulfillment. echoes in the hollows, secret doors leading to passages unexplored. mysteries and nuances.

we live our lives partly in search of meaning, of love, or experiencing those moments where we define our humanity, where we can see that we mattered at all for showing up.

and one of the true blessings of past successes has been the knowledge that i will never be sated, always be seeking more and better, looking furtively for bright & magical wonderment.

to feel like an arc of the sky, ever-stretching and leaning into the wind. the funny thing is we are never beginning and we are never ending. we just exist as we always have, and on occasion find our mark and stride.

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 final day in a studio-space where’s i’ve worked for the past few years. it’s going to be an interesting transition, but what is it all about if not shifts both large and small. the day-job too is not without broad strokes. 
 less manhattan and train-riding. less time wandering the midtown streets in search of lunch. less kinokuniya afternoons, main library branch free exhibitions, bryant park lounging & enjoyment, and less times square being so close you can smell the cultural infringement on the disneyfication of america. 
 it’s not all about lesses though. there are more opportunities to ride my bike to work, more chances to discover gems around downtown brooklyn, more movies and shows at BAM, more summer nights in closer proximity to habana outpost, fort greene park, atlantic center gowanus up & coming, cobble hill treats, farmacy egg creams, dumbo park walks, falafels from sahadi’s, and an altogether different stride explored. 
 the change is at your door, and you’re not stepping away from life, you’re walking forward into the thick of it. 
 i hope to find something as worthy of my time as the good people and great things i’ve seen in these past few. see you soon. 
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final day in a studio-space where’s i’ve worked for the past few years. it’s going to be an interesting transition, but what is it all about if not shifts both large and small. the day-job too is not without broad strokes.

less manhattan and train-riding. less time wandering the midtown streets in search of lunch. less kinokuniya afternoons, main library branch free exhibitions, bryant park lounging & enjoyment, and less times square being so close you can smell the cultural infringement on the disneyfication of america.

it’s not all about lesses though. there are more opportunities to ride my bike to work, more chances to discover gems around downtown brooklyn, more movies and shows at BAM, more summer nights in closer proximity to habana outpost, fort greene park, atlantic center gowanus up & coming, cobble hill treats, farmacy egg creams, dumbo park walks, falafels from sahadi’s, and an altogether different stride explored.

the change is at your door, and you’re not stepping away from life, you’re walking forward into the thick of it.

i hope to find something as worthy of my time as the good people and great things i’ve seen in these past few. see you soon.

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 take me home, take me home. 
 when ice and sludge and snowdrift seeps into your shoes and down your collars. when everyone around is reaching their tipping point on courtesy. when you’re spending more time on slowed trains than warm at home. 
 damn does that emergency brake look tempting to pull. but you’ll not stop old man winter. so we flex out patience, and wait it out however begrudgingly. 
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take me home, take me home.

when ice and sludge and snowdrift seeps into your shoes and down your collars. when everyone around is reaching their tipping point on courtesy. when you’re spending more time on slowed trains than warm at home.

damn does that emergency brake look tempting to pull. but you’ll not stop old man winter. so we flex out patience, and wait it out however begrudgingly.

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 we glory in our cinematic revelry. electric lights flickering in dark rooms, a screen prompt with highlighted words flashing and receding. 
 this is the ether. this is the ultimate, and we are ageless despite the linear existence of these musical pieces. 
 spilling drinks on the floor, do you want more? finding snacks on the low table, how much are we able? dancing like everyone is watching, with ceaseless abandon and laughter. 
 after we leave our singsong ram-shackled den, grab handfuls of free sweets at the payout counter, and take the smallest elevator down, out, and into the street, we are flying. 
 each moment an endless journey into a beautiful landscape, traipsing by other strangers & feeling the most alive. the most alive. 
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we glory in our cinematic revelry. electric lights flickering in dark rooms, a screen prompt with highlighted words flashing and receding.

this is the ether. this is the ultimate, and we are ageless despite the linear existence of these musical pieces.

spilling drinks on the floor, do you want more? finding snacks on the low table, how much are we able? dancing like everyone is watching, with ceaseless abandon and laughter.

after we leave our singsong ram-shackled den, grab handfuls of free sweets at the payout counter, and take the smallest elevator down, out, and into the street, we are flying.

each moment an endless journey into a beautiful landscape, traipsing by other strangers & feeling the most alive. the most alive.

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 neither the perception of distance or passage of time can shallow the depth of an artist’s will. 
 to work, to have a vision, the capacity to succeed in the creation of that vision, or to fail…it’s nothing to be taken lightly or balk at. 
 we find our strengths and offer ourselves the chance to be vulnerable. these are the traits of the truly brave. 
 whether in broad strokes or infinitesimal details, it is within the whole of this effort which is ever-inspiring. 
 so welcome back  stephanielandinthestudio ; i very much look forward to what comes next, and am filled with an anxious yet optimistic sense of hope. 
 let’s make our time count for something, and let that something be great. 
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neither the perception of distance or passage of time can shallow the depth of an artist’s will.

to work, to have a vision, the capacity to succeed in the creation of that vision, or to fail…it’s nothing to be taken lightly or balk at.

we find our strengths and offer ourselves the chance to be vulnerable. these are the traits of the truly brave.

whether in broad strokes or infinitesimal details, it is within the whole of this effort which is ever-inspiring.

so welcome back stephanielandinthestudio; i very much look forward to what comes next, and am filled with an anxious yet optimistic sense of hope.

let’s make our time count for something, and let that something be great.

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