'Yesterday' Pre-orders Now Available

 

I am so excited to announce my new book “Yesterday” coming out in October with Datz Press.

Yesterday is a book of photographs made during the summer of 2020. Although much of the country was in the midst of the Covid 19 pandemic, on this remote island off the coast of Maine, we still felt free from much of the toll that Covid was taking. That summer represented a pause in time, a moment where life could feel normal, when we were still holding on to a world of yesterdays.

You can pre-order Yesterday here.

 

Memorial Day Open Studio!

 
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Please join me this Sunday, May 30th for a Studio Sale and open house.
I’ll be showing some new work and would love to gather and catch up! I’ve missed you all!

Sunday May 30th

2pm - 5pm

220 South St
Rockport

 

2021 Exhibitions

Well it finally feels like the world is starting to open up and I’m delighted to share some exhibition news.

upcoming exhibitions

June 10 2021 Page Gallery - Reverie
Aug 19 2021 Page Gallery - Materiality
Jan 7 2022 A Smith Gallery - Touchstones
July 7 2022 The Griffin Museum - Touchstones

Internal Dialog group show - TBD

I will be showing some new work at the Page Gallery in Rockport as part of their show Reverie, this show opens June 10 so stay tuned for the opening. Later in the summer I will also have work in their show Materiality which opens August 19th! A busy summer for sure.

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Poem for Paula

 
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It’s been seven days 
that have passed,
in this world 
without you.
And I’m still searching, 
for your face,
scrolling for memories
in the dark.

It was Fall when we began,
our stained hands,
tipping trays.
He’s cute you whispered,
a friendly aside.

The openings when
you showed up,
you always showed up,
always knew that
it mattered.

Later, Houston.
Turell at dawn,
Twombly by lunch,
Rothko in the afternoon.
A stolen day
Just for us..

Summer, binding books,
frustrated with the folding, 
with the exactness of the making.
You took what you needed, 
leaving the rest, 
making it yours
uniquely, brilliantly,
perfectly
yours.

New Orleans in December, .
A balm of dusty beignets 
on a cold afternoon.

Last month, of you,
the only mention —
It’s a drag, you said, 
but I’m doing okay,

I just get really tired.

And I believed you, 
about the okay part.

A shared vision —
my words colliding 
with your blues, ochres, silver. 
our expanding constellations 
on the page.

I’ll do it soon. I said.
Weeks passed.

I heard you, at the end, saying hi, 
at the end, I heard you.
Not knowing,
it was the last time.

And in my diary, 
my note, too late: 

 - poem for Paula.

 

Landfall Launch

I am so thrilled to announce the launch of my new limited edition book Landfall, which takes you on a journey through the islands off the coast of Maine in Penobscot Bay through my photographs and poems. I am also releasing a collector’s edition of the book that comes in a case made by Shelter Bookworks with a letterpress poem printed by the Brother of Elysium and a platinum-palladium print. Thank you to Kat Kiernan for the wonderful foreword.

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Touchstones on Lenscratch

Thank you so much to Aline Smithson and the team over at Lenscratch for writing about the project I’ve been working on in collaboration with my good friend Dawn Surratt. Dawn is a wonderful photographer and artist and it has been one of the unexpected pleasures from this strange and challenging year to get to know her. Our project Touchstones was envisioned as a call and response, where we create diptychs and write poetry inspired by the imagery. It is a meditation on connection in times of isolation.

You can read more about in this conversation between Dawn and I on Lenscratch.


Touchstones

My good friend and I Dawn Surratt began a project together when this pandemic began. Sharing images and poems, creating diptychs and inventions to help us navigate this time together. You can check it out at Touchstones or follow us on Instagram @touch__stones. It’s been such a support and inspiration working with Dawn through this time. Here’s my most recent post.

I lie awake, alert  to the scritchscratch  of the night raiders launching their assault  against the stoic coop. Their small babyhands, human-like; panda eyes, needle teeth.Night thoughts - like drunken flies circling the light, can find no purpose …

I lie awake, alert
to the scritchscratch
of the night raiders
launching their assault
against the stoic coop.
Their small babyhands, human-like;
panda eyes, needle teeth.

Night thoughts -
like drunken flies
circling the light,
can find no purpose
or direction,
just random, panicked,
instinct.

I turn, and hear
a rustle in the woods,
my eyes snap, open.
thinking not thinking —

Breathe.

Dilemmas,
like pebbles in my mouth
rolling over and over;
my tongue
smoothes their contours
with relentless
consideration,
reconsidering.

Today, tomorrow
then, now, before, after,
this, that, how, which way —
when?

No answers
from the night.
Just the leaves,
whispering their lullaby
for the dreamless.