New Year, New Continent: Where I Was and Where I Am

Knee in Sweatpants: Testing Light, December 2025, SONY Cyber-shot

I am sitting in a flat in Vitrolles, France, which is a 5 minute drive from the Marseille airport. Fireworks are going off in a street nearby since it is January 1st. The space heater by my bare, hairy feet is keeping me inside. My feet are bare because my socks are hang-drying. KLM told me my luggage should be arriving tomorrow, it was supposed to be yesterday, then today, but now it is tomorrow. At least I have my toenail clippers.

My Parent’s House: Testing Light, December 2025, SONY Cyber-shot

I was at my parent’s house last month. During my Omaha December, I did many hours of delivery driving to help pay off my credit card since my old club has decided they will not pay me until I beg them. For those many hours in my mom’s Honda Pilot, with our life in stickers on the back, I listened to Just Kids. I know I am late getting on that very crowded train, but I really did like it. It made me want to make things. I related more to Smith’s description of Mapplethorpe than to Smith herself. I just don’t understand how her gaydar was that bad. All jokes aside, I want to access darkness again, and indulge my indulgent, embarrassing ideas. It got me thinking (again) of the differences and similarities between athletes are artists and all of those compared to the lives of “normal people.” Basically, I can’t do a bunch of drugs and still do my job, but the really good ones can, but also some of the really good ones don’t.

Ski School vs Ski Patrol, December 2025, SONY Cyber-shot

I am revisiting my “art ideas” note page. Specifically, thinking about empty courts and rectangles and souls. I had to do a lot of my ball control work in a raquetball court. While I was working on getting to know my new medium (my blue and yellow Mikasa ball), I was noticing how most of these courts look the same, and could provide a reliable filming location for. a performance series I intend to do and document called Dream Drills. I want to be able to scream in my dreams and beat the shit out of whoever my subconscious cooks up that REM Cycle. Control//Agency.

Suspended Body Test, December 2025, OLYMPUS Digital Camera

I am listening to my downloaded music because all of my small data plan is going towards my hotspot so that I can write this blog. Hopefully my wifi will be working soon. I did not do much on here from South America because I was mentally fighting for my life, but here I should have more bandwidth for creativity and deep, cynical thinking that turns into making.

No Safe Zones, December 2025, OLYMPUS Digital Camera

Greenhorn, December 2025, SONY Cyber-shot

I was in Steamboat, Colorado for a week visiting my wonderful girlfriend. She is a ski instructor at the resort there— we have similar jobs with inverse schedules and inverse focuses— which means we both need to eat enough food and strengthen our posterior chains.

Procession, October 2025, General Brand DC403L-AF Digital Point and Shoot Camera (Pink)

I was dog sitting, which I can now say with conviction that I do not enjoy. I have watched dogs on three separate occasions, and I cried during all three. The dogs are not the problem, the problem is sleeping at the houses. Basically, I don’t sleep. The dogs move around in the night, or bark at ghosts, and my nervous system goes fucking bonkers. Alone in big, nice homes, I lay awake and debate calling the police or my dad or hiding in a closet. In my dream last night, I had to hide, but the people I was hiding with kept making noise. Amateurs. Practice your silent breathing so you don’t get me killed in my dreams.

punto.gif, December 2025

I am attempting to build my network by learning about project I find interesting, inspiring, or frustrating. I visited the Joslyn Art Museum while I was in Nebraska. I saw Red Green Blue by Paul Pfeiffer. I enjoyed sitting in the digital media gallery alone for 20 or so minutes stretching and taking notes. I met Marco Delgado (an artist working as a gallery attendant in the museum) in the gallery outside of Pfeiffer’s work because I asked him if he enjoyed the infinite sports-noise echoing through the contemporary galleries, he said he drowned it out. That answer let me down, but I asked him about his art practice and his work at the Joslyn. He answered my questions in a security-camera-deadzone so as not to get written up. I loved the noise, not necessarily because I am an athlete, but because I am an artist who knows a lot about the machine of United States athletics. I also totally interrupted the Curator of Contemporary art while she was fixing up the Dripping Earth: Cannupa Hanska Luger show for programming that night. Typically, the only thing you pay for at the Joslyn is your entrance into the special exhibitions, like Dripping Earth, but that day it was free. That got me in the door, where I met Karin Campbell, and got to ask her about her career and grad school. She went to Bard. Everyone keeps talking about Bard. Maybe I apply there someday. I just feel like I don’t have any project ideas yet.

My cousin, apparently, December 2025, SONY A6000

I am interested in observing, maintaining, and infiltrating existing systems. Existing galleries, festivals, restaurants, teams, etc. I want to see how they work and help with maintainance and enhancements. I see so many things, programs, and people suffer and die from neglect. I can’t save everything (everyone) but it does feel selfish to make new when good already fizzles out prematurely. Someone please give me a curatorial idea about this.

How You Treat Your Son: This Damn Kid Better Not Hit Me With Rocks, October 2025, SONY A6000

I am getting back into drawing, thinking about cartoons and Shell Silverstein.

October 2025, General Brand DC403L-AF Digital Point and Shoot Camera (Pink)

MAGA Student Tour Group in the Metro, January 2025, OLYMPUS Digital Camera

I am going to my first practice tomorrow, wish me luck and remind me to exhale longer than I inhale.

Loess Hills Slightly Over Exposed, August 2025, Kodak PixPro