because he's the same as me

because he's the same as me we can't look each other in the eye except on special occasions

and the zenith's absent shadow
is cast as light on stone
A Morphing Fog
In my name is the cotton ball cloud
mist and water, white in the sun,
electric tears and the cold sting of snow, melting
and sticking
casting a shadow of its shape in the
    light around the edges.
the same as me
and because i am the same as him
it is a morphing fog, this name
To Sleep
lifted up and off
and because we used to know each other so well
looking him in the eye is hard sometimes, because he sees the side
"I'll fold you a crane for smoother flight
Fortunewings melting in the sun"
I'm watching lightning stagger and skip across the ceiling
flashes of white light like cracks in the plaster,
dead poet's society
the outlet -
I'd like to be the first to stand on the desk,
when the time comes.

In the sanctuary
I can let the quiet rustle of trees
trick me into a warm, filling loneliness,
and let the cars rush by in the distance
                the black dots drift
                the TV's brightness
                the pepper shaker
[why are] FATHERS [so complicated]
- the words are like the shadows of dust mites
floating in a sunbeam escaped through a crack in the blinds
                            swallowing
                            Trade
                            Trade
                        an airplane-shaped hand
                    open except to forget about the door and
                    The Promise of Electricity

It's as if there's a disconnect somewhere,
between my soul
and the world outside
where the line is blurred
time lengthens
clearing's rolling skirts,
weed-woven pockets in the meadow's palm.

"all i have to do is stick my finger in
- i don't know why i haven't more often,
we folded ourselves into planes
and sent our fortunes sailing across the room."

Without the outlet, the hole in the wall filled with dust,
on my soul
to tell me that the sun rises,
and that it sets
into earth-bent grays
- from rosy dawns to sailors' delight,
red sun-life pours shadow through my soul
and in again,
as often as possible
that's what makes the electricity
fell out side windows, jumped
of their own accord rather than die in the flames.
no, it's more like completely reducing myself
rooted in the live dust of soil,
I am learning the sounds and patterns of the birds as they
swallow the yellow brick road.

It demands repetition -
in,
and out,
shadows ticking out the beats
like hands in the sand.

Swallow
swallow swallow, swallow swallow,
                shook the
                black dots
                from the top
                to the floor

and this vicarious life of ours
might never

the preconceived frown
is more than can be shouldered
on the wings of a book,
an ethereal passage
born of light and air
and the black dots of coarse spice.
"that's what i need but catharsis is never enough."

Paper dragons,
light themselves on fire.
more than a numbness.

and all that's left to do is drink
let the edges well up as you wait
to tell me when the sun rises
and when it will set

where the shadow falls
a sneeze - an explosion
- and the ground is peppered
Wax Paper Package

because he's the same as me,
that's why
deep
you drown in the digging
"IT'S RIGHT THERE"
because it is heavier in the mind
and even heavier in the eye

***************************************************
Sundial soul
I have a sundial on my heart
because he's the same as me
the slight frown
the electricity of a world i can only
                in such bursts.

because he is
it'd probably help me cry.

that he kept to the side
and i know, like me
he doubts
i have a sundial
that i have called a dragon
            The way of things.
            Sitting on a blanket
            lightning didn't.

The Fort

He sat down next to her on the floor and pulled the blanket over their heads. They were in the dark now, just the two of them, the thickness of the blanket blocking the lamp and the growl of rain in the gutter outside.

"It's a fort," she said. He smiled, but she wasn't looking at him.

She sat still until he got up, breaking the tension formed by the gap between their arms - the air separating their bare, crossed knees. He left her alone under the makeshift fort.

"It's the best fort ever," he said with a chuckle as he dropped the blanket down again to fall over her face.

The blanket shrugged - "It could be better."

Unfinished Violignettes

These are all videos I started while working on the Violignettes project but didn't have time to finish...

"Warmups"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fM46HDGwFcs




"Speed"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OXFDrZ12hfA





"LIGHTPLAY 9"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BzKVC_FaWc0





"Lightplay 7"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yesQayieeWo





"Lightplay 4"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XjAL0B5QTFo





"Lightplay 2"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MynF6wuIzUw

MARBLES

These are my final, edited videos for video art, in the order that they were made - enjoy!



"The Ghost Town Mystery" - This video was our first assignment, basically using Final Cut Pro to make a 2.5minute video collage using 1.5hours of footage from three different Dick Tracy episodes. Most of the sound in my video didn't originally go with the visual I paired it with.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Uyku06Mip0






"Restless" - I posted this before, but this is the slightly edited, final version. The main idea behind this video I made (for our Light&Motion assignment) was to show the latent restlessness that is in everything, even things that are still or at rest.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YLKA1rVmX7A






"Violignettes ~ Studies in Light and Motion" - These are slightly edited, and there is a new video called "Wolves" that I added while putting this together at the end of the semester. I really like how the visual of the color and the moving silhouette/shadow is inextricably connected to the music, a visual manifestation of the sound. Kind of like synesthesia!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y06sVsJ9KF4








"Marbles" - This is an extra video that I made as a final project. It looks at the theme of "Restless" from another perspective, but it is also about living and finding meaning.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5kLCjE7iqdk