The first three minutes might be my favorite opening scene in cinema.
The Joshua tree was named by Mormons in the 1850s, who thought they saw their prophet pointing to the promised land.
“Virga” is the name for precipitation that does not reach the ground. It hangs across the desert like a torn curtain.
A 77-minute sequence of grainy loops and phantom Americana built for a late-night drive.
I did not enjoy the mountaintop.
I want to press this book into the hands of every artist, writer, and seeker I know.
Last night I covered my office with maps.
Here I am at last, living in the landscape I’ve craved since the first time I drove across the country.
Seven years ago, C. and I debated how the world would end.
The most compelling piece was an incidental moment rather than any piece of art, which is often the case.
“Convulsive beauty will be veiled-erotic, fixed-explosive, magic-circumstantial or not at all.”
MSU Broad Art Museum East Lansing, Michigan 2023
A rant in this Terrible Year of 2023 when algorithms are chewing through the scenery.
It might be more necessary than ever to develop an eye for the timeless.
Killing time at the Vegas airport.
The desert silence baffles my Midwestern mind.
Limbering up to flee an algorithmic hallucination while finding solace in a French future from ’82.
If starvation was on the table, would you rather eat your own finger or a stranger’s?
I had no idea there was so much weather in the desert. By now, I thought I’d be begging for a cloud.
Death Valley is a place where ten thousand acres of scenery can easily go missing.
