There’s a project that we’ve been working on these past few months call Tales Of Desolation.
To put it simply, it’s a story. A story told out of sequence, in fragments of image and text. A serialized photo book, if you will. A way for us to play with the stories that bounce around in our heads.
We hope you find it compelling enough to follow along, no matter where it takes you. And it will take you places.
We will be releasing new chapters every Tuesday and Thursday.
You can choose to view all of the chapters currently released – “all”
You can choose to view the chapters in the order that they are released – “sequential”
Or you can choose to view chapters involving specific characters – “mom” “girl” etc.
We hope that you enjoy our story. And if you do, please let us know. And if you don’t, you’re welcome to let us know that, too. But don’t be an asshole. There are already too many of them in the world.
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Shot this last week. It’s spray painted on a building in Brooklyn. A loose translation of a Latin phrase that Thomas Jefferson said - Malo periculosam, libertatem quam quietam servitutem. The full context is below:
"Societies exist under three forms sufficiently distinguishable. 1. Without government, as among our Indians. 2. Under governments wherein the will of every one has a just influence, as is the case in England in a slight degree, and in our states in a great one. 3. Under governments of force: as is the case in all other monarchies and in most of the other republics. To have an idea of the curse of existence under these last, they must be seen. It is a government of wolves over sheep. It is a problem, not clear in my mind, that the 1st. condition is not the best. But I believe it to be inconsistent with any great degree of population. The second state has a great deal of good in it. The mass of mankind under that enjoys a precious degree of liberty and happiness. It has it’s evils too: the principal of which is the turbulence to which it is subject. But weigh this against the oppressions of monarchy, and it becomes nothing. Malo periculosam, libertatem quam quietam servitutem. Even this evil is productive of good. It prevents the degeneracy of government, and nourishes a general attention to the public affairs. I hold it that a little rebellion now and then is a good thing, and as necessary in the political world as storms in the physical.” - Jefferson to James Madison, January 30, 1787
Spent the week running around NYC. I never get tired of the city. So much to explore. So much to photograph. So much to taste. Here are a handful of iPhone pics.
The day before Summer Arts started, Joanne and I took a road trip up the 1. We went up through Santa Cruz, which was a bit busy from the weekend traffic, and then pressed on up the 1. And that’s when everything opened up. I’ve not been more relaxed in years. Mountains and beautiful blue sky and the ocean and fields and, well, you get the idea. We stopped at a u-pick berry farm, that is also home to a self-serve farm stand, that is more old-school farm house. Indoor picnic tables and old games, the smell of fresh baked pies and an honor cash register, if you’d like to buy some of their homemade jams or pies or a cup of coffee. Even the Swedish couple that Joanne ended up speaking to at the register were perplexed - honor cash register? If I disappear and my cell starts going directly to voicemail, this is likely where you’ll find me. They have taken to referring to the area as the Slow Coast. And it’s stunning. The Swanton Berry Farm Stand is the name of the place we stopped.
I wasn’t certain if no photos were to be taken or if there were no photos taken to mark whatever happened here. If it’s the former, I clearly don’t listen very well, and if it’s the latter, here ya go.