Apr 29, 2011
Seven years ago I went out and bought lumber and poles for a fence to section off a storage area. No sooner did I get started when I was called away for a paying gig far from home. Pulling into my driveway three months later, putting up a gate to the storage area wasn’t at the top of my To-Do list.
Apr 07, 2011
It’s 5 am, and first hints of daylight creep on the horizon. My model has spent the past fourteen hours at the studio, a significant portion of that time being bound and rebound in barbed wire. She has a job interview in a few hours, and if she leaves right now, she’ll make it on time. After all the work, effort, pain, and perseverance, we still don’t have the shot.
Mar 30, 2011
Winds gust down vacant streets, radioactive dust covering bleached white bones of the dead. Twisted metal and broken concrete jut up from the ruins, gravestones of the forgotten. There is silence in the empty cities, bringing something not experienced since the dawn of civilization. . . Peace.
Jun 20, 2010
“So, there’s going to be barbed wire underneath me, just in case I fall, right?” my model asks.
I blink. Several seconds go by in befuddled silence. Perched in the makeshift suspension rig a few feet above my studio floor, I stare down at the metal plating below. My imagination takes hold, envisioning a vicious net of barbed wire beneath where my model will be hanging. No, no I couldn’t possibly have heard what I thought I just heard.
“Uh, no?” I stammer, almost at a complete loss for words. “Um, uh. NO. We won’t be doing that.”
May 05, 2010
The studio is empty. The innocuous hum of lights and equipment dead. Rusted barbed wire lays strewn about the floor. The model is gone. The shot is in the camera, hard won for a brutal day of setup for one single, compelling image.
Apr 28, 2010
Blood trickles in a single drop down my hand and drops to the floor. The involuntary recoil is over in an instant. The damage is done. The point of barbed wire removed as quickly as it entered. I smile, staring down at first blood. Inevitable. The tribute paid to muse for her gift. I knew from conception the medium would demand a toll in blood. It has wasted no time collecting its due.
Feb 03, 2010
On a set now collectively referred to as the “colossal metal death trap”, Nev plays the role of a (nude) warrior making her last stand. It’s fitting, in a way, for although she faces no mortal foes within the confines of my studio, she is surrounded by threat of jagged metal, barbed wire, and easily a ton of rusted steel. A much smaller, though not much safer, wall-to-wall rendition of the massive post-apocaylptic set destined for construction on the studio back lot summer 2010.
Jan 27, 2010
It was snowing when I jumped in the truck and picked up Andrew Gettler to head down to the monthly open house at D.M. Gremlin’s. We ran the chance of snowfall closing the pass behind us, but it was a risk worth taking. The January 22nd open house and devmeet hosted by Wendy Levin was destined to be memorable.
Jan 20, 2010
“Oh. My. God. That’s a lot of Donkeys!”
Nev stares in disbelief out the car window as we slow to a stop at the side of the road. Ordinarily, a comment like that might seem out of place, but at our exact time and place, it couldn’t be more apt. Acre after acre of donkeys stretch out before us. There are, indeed, a LOT of donkeys.
Jan 13, 2010
Tickets for Burning Man 2010 go on sale January 13th. Mouse fingers are poised in that cyberspace line, camped out to snag the first tickets. For old-time burners it’s the kick-off, starting a tangible countdown to the burn. If you don’t got ‘em, get ‘em!