that’s not true

that’s what

you remember

the future

is

uncertain

country road

duck crossing

cars waiting

the funny thing about money

it makes you do things

you don’t want to do

last day of summer

train leaving new york

more people than seats

everything

always

everywhere

morning swim

an empty beach

water calm and clear

farts

will always

be funny

life is easy

i’m safe

for now

i’ve never been to iceland

i hope it’s as amazing

as i imagine it to be

once again

staring

at a screen

yes

maybe

no

on a computer

you can truly

delete something

time is passing

right

now

global warming

every time i breathe

it gets worse

a new day

no plans yet

what to do

a thick grey fog

blending city

and sky

everything

you see

is in the past

summer in new york

please

make it stop

Into Time 13 08 13
64 x 48 inches (160 x 120 cm.)

On view this week at the Paddles On! exhibition at Phillips, curated by Lindsay Howard.

The exhibition is a collaboration between Tumblr and Phillips, to promote digital art and get a dialog going between the art and internet communities. 20% of the proceeds will be donated to Rhizome.

Paddles On! at Phillips
October 5 – 12
450 Park Avenue, NYC

Artists in the exhibition:
Silvia Bianchi + Ricardo Juárez, Petra Cortright, Alexandra Gorczynski, Joe Hamilton, Ilja Karilampi, Brenna Murphy, Aude Pariset, Sabrina Ratté, Casey Reas, Rafaël Rozendaal, Nicolas Sassoon, Molly Soda, Kate Steciw, Mark Tribe, Clement Valla, Addie Wagenknecht, Jamie Zigelbaum.

going home

to see christina

smile on my face

waiting for an idea

it’s not here yet

still waiting

a room, almost empty

just a table

and a chair

i try not to worry

but sometimes

it’s just too strong

nothing urgent

just saying hi

no big deal

the smell of pancakes

with apple

and cinnamon

that wonderful place

somewhere between

boredom and stress

storm is coming

dark and loud

no rain yet

is it good

is it bad

at least i tried

not too much

not too little

just right

sent an email

still no answer

what’s wrong?

at the beach

under a big umbrella

staring at the sea

money

more is better

some is ok

in a good mood

for no particular reason

just because

as much as you try

there is always

something