the question is hitting me again, why am i not in new york? but instead of answering it, i’ve fallen into an obsession. i’ve been working on my first video piece in (I am guessing) 28 years. i can’t say for sure quite why this is happening now, but i can tell you how it happened. in my car. in the rain. i am just lucky that i was about to run out of gas because with a full tank, i would have at least 6 hours of footage. and the project would certainly outlive me, if it hasn’t already.

it reminds me of a haiku i wrote a few year ago

guess who is busy

replacing one obsession

with another one?

but it is literally true, once again.

when confronted with loss and disappointment on many levels, my only recourse is to throw myself into making art. because it’s the only thing i might be capable of doing, even doing it badly. it’s there for me and it’s all forgiving.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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