the journal
why matte?
no shine, anywhere on him — not an unfinished surface, the finished one. a short piece on why matte.
why matte?
no shine, anywhere on him — not an unfinished surface, the finished one. a short piece on why matte.
yesterday's tomorrow
six buildings built to look like the future — the one that didn't quite happen. blumo went looking for it anyway.
yesterday's tomorrow
six buildings built to look like the future — the one that didn't quite happen. blumo went looking for it anyway.
the last of the light
six evenings on the way out of summer — moths at a screened door, a sprinkler at dusk, fireflies in a jar, a warm driveway, a cicada shell, a swing...
the last of the light
six evenings on the way out of summer — moths at a screened door, a sprinkler at dusk, fireflies in a jar, a warm driveway, a cicada shell, a swing...
why he's always alone
there's never anyone else in frame with him — no crowd, no second figure, just blumo in a room that belongs to someone. that's not an accident. it's the same...
why he's always alone
there's never anyone else in frame with him — no crowd, no second figure, just blumo in a room that belongs to someone. that's not an accident. it's the same...
some weeks and quiet company
three quiet ones from this week — the back of things, the turntable, and the angle where i'm not quite hiding.
some weeks and quiet company
three quiet ones from this week — the back of things, the turntable, and the angle where i'm not quite hiding.