the new standard

in or out

tarte tatin and presents for a friend

yesyesyyes

I forgot to have eggs with breakfast

so I had them for lunch

poached on caramelized red onions and spinach

with a little grated parmesan cheese and toasted nori on top

and sesame seeds

hysteria

we watched this in my film course the other day

I think we all wanted to scream and leave the room

but were too transfixed

something about it.

(Wavelength, Michael Snow 1967)

it's been warm here

so I bought a floor length nightgown

covered with badminton themed designs

totally shapeless, a little sheer.

I've been wearing it around the house

its like a cloud

making reed pens

japanese yokan fruit

Araki: Chiro My Love

I just bought this book, a photographic essay I wish I had done

I have looked at these pictures over and over again

they make me cry every time. I think it has to do with the ideas of animism

that the Japanese have. their spirituality toward animals/inanimates

Apparently in the painting salons in Europe there was a hierarchy of subject matter

which determined how valuable a painting was

1. History/Mythology/Religion

2. Portraiture

3. Genre Painting (Life Scenes)

4. Landscape

5. Animal Painting

6. Still Life

To me this is so wrong.

Humans are

totally dependent

on objects, landscapes

and animals

A photograph from Chiro,

and a photograph I took when

my cat was dying (the first time)

photos from my christmas roll, when I was home
knitting my first sock
disguising the failure of the sock

cooking in a clean kitchen

I was excited to photograph the food I made

but got distracted by the way the light is in the kitchen

still life as anthropology

yesterday night I got this cookbook, it's very vegetable oriented

The cover is awful, but I like the illustrations

this reminds me of a (reoccurring) drawing I did in high school

A& I took the train to chinatown, I wanted to buy everything, and nothing, and also

I did not get what I had come for, umeboshi plums for my onigiri obsession

When I was in japan this was all I could/would eat, and when I came home for a

while I remember we had plum powder which I ate on rice.

We came home with heavy bags (everything from cooking wine to pin cushions)

mochi balls in bed from my new cat bowl

on the inside are two cats that look just like mine

the mochi was amazing and caked in powder like turkish delight

powder graphite

starting work on my next documentary

late night museum trip
darkness falls inside.

Arlo makes eggs
an ethnographic study
from first short documentary exercise

I would rather film sheep.

the boys are here

William Carlos Williams
1962

some combined sentiment.

restlessness, obscured.

mad about hermes? (so expensive)

indian magic
I used to draw on my place mats, especially at this restaurant
coming back there was surreal
and I was still making things on my placemat.
Chicken Tikka Masala and raita always]]]]