Essentially Love

When a gasket blows, you know you’re redlining. As the revolutions per minute pass through the yellow and into the reddest zones, temperatures rise and love evaporates like oil into thin air, a smokeless screen overtaken by a fake dream, a happy thought sacrificed for a picture of utter blasphemous words against God. A topsy […]

Sameness is the Disease

What if Isamu Noguchi never created a single sculpture? I recently went to The Noguchi Museum in my neighborhood, and fell in love again with his work. The simplicity of his craftsmanship and the stylistic breadth of his sculptures leaves you a sense of our primordial beginnings with many of them utilizing the cut marks […]