The Gaze

Here it is, captured in greys! I know who these people are, but you don't, until you read the next post down and sleuth it out. The fact that you don't know makes it an interesting photo, and the fact that you will find out (which will ruin the distance required to look at the photo successfully, making it less interesting), means that this is a special moment for you. Enjoy the ephemera.


Lake Michigan Shoreline

You wouldn't expect to find yourself in such a green, temperate, tranquil environment of the sort in which I found myself just a handful of miles North of the great Midwestern city of Chicago, along a secluded beach path at the end of a sleepy, wealthy dead-end street, off of which stands the crafts-modern styled house owned and occupied by my Godfather. It is a vision of the Pacific Northwest that I see along the path decending to the beach at the end of this street- hearty mosses grow well upon the forest's detritus; prehistoric ferns splay themselves across large sections of brush; a creek and birds and shorebreak provide an essential soundtrack; it's a rainforest, on Lake Michigan. The vision changes to something even more bizarre as the path opens to a lake view; corrugated iron breakwaters jut out into the blue and grey, and the beach, dotted with stones and dried sea plants, bends slowly, revealing the trees that shingle their way up the coast's bank. And its' quiet. And it's dull, but it's still green. And it feels far away, but there's a campfire, and wrought iron chairs, and an old Hilton Head tourist cap left on a log, and my mother and Godfather are there for a swim. The sky is a blanket, and I know I'm not found my way to some exotic littoral. Still though, it's an impressive morsel of America, here on the banks of Ravinia. The following pictures do their best to capture the mood (though the photographs make it seem more drab than lush. Concentrate on the grades).

Fighting Show Images

I did not put any images of our recent Fighting show up on this blog. Here are a select few now. The show turned out great, and it is still up until the beginning of November. Go see the show, and buy something - the framed pieces are pretty as, well, pretty as pictures.

(You can see more images on the Fecal Face site, under the guest blogs section, and also at the OKOK Gallery site).

Album Cover - Stop Die Rescuscitate

This is a record, put out by SLUM, that Niall McClelland and I did a while ago, but it is the first time I've seen it with it's type and LP sticker thing. Visit Niall's Blog to read about how he (and I also) feels about doing things like album covers and then never seeing the product.


Ghost Book/Scroll - Canadians Dead in Afghanistan

This is the fully extended scroll version of a large book I produced a while ago. It is about 25 feet (8 meters) long, or possibly even longer. Each ghost is a representation of a Canadian soldier who fell between the war's onset and the time production began on the book. I think this interpretation I've provided is supposed to bring light to a solemn situation which requires attention, but not in a reactionary manner. Nothing's sacred though, eh.