2009
New zine coming soon from Medium Rare
72 pages, black and white, perfect bound, edition of 100
Sneak peak:
When I first moved to Sweden in January of 2007, I took a lot of walks alone. It was late, maybe midnight, but it could have been much earlier. The sun was setting around three in the afternoon then--it was hard to keep track of time. I was riding home after working in my studio. The gate was open to the large cemetery which stretched over several blocks adjacent to the school. I dismounted with the intention of pushing it closed but at the last moment I decided to enter. Balancing my bike with one hand, I walked straight down the dirt path between rows of beautiful hedges and bushes until I reached what I felt was the center. It was dark and the fog was dense. Tall trees obscured the moonlight but patches shone through and filtered through the haze surrounding me. I remember feeling totally empty like there was a deep well inside of me. All I could think was: "I am really here / For awhile this is my home."