oh my love      Over the summer of 2015 I photographed obsessively throughout Florence and, more specifically, the Boboli Gardens, using my YashiKa mat 124g.  At the time I was not focused on what the work was about.  I was simply exploring my love, the city of Florence and the great garden within her, in my favorite way--with my camera.  But upon leaving Florence and carefully printing these images, I began to see that the work I had made was much more than an homage to my great love.  I was once told that every photograph is a self portrait.    Her body is  is then my most honest self portrait- a view of how Florence has held me, and how I hold her.    Her body is  is available in book form  here .
       
     
 At first
       
     
 won't you
       
     
 in my wrinkled clothes
       
     
 I'm trying to find some lightness
       
     
  folded, in
       
     
  Thievery
       
     
  and I
       
     
  and you
       
     
  (I've found a love like no other)
       
     
 There was an expanding  an outward   the reach
       
     
 oh this is disturbing and
       
     
 these pathways and dreamings  I go
       
     
  (please move through I say)   
       
     
  this reaching, this reaching
       
     
 when you first pulled me
       
     
  only make me feel smaller
       
     
 turning  (inward, inward)
       
     
 I'm in the arms of her church now
       
     
looking waiting.jpg
       
     
  (you gave your ghost)   
       
     
 you are always in shrouds
       
     
  I'm sleepless    (won't you give me a way out or a place to lay it down?)
       
     
I cant keep up.jpg
       
     
 "When I was a child I believed that trees created the wind"
       
     
more than you flattened.jpg
       
     
  (hallelujah)
       
     
moving into.jpg
       
     
  all of these things and I love you
       
     
 sirens,
       
     
  I was dreaming there
       
     
 for a moment, and I knew
       
     
 like a sign I could not see
       
     
  (I suppose I always knew)
       
     
 (embraced within)  I do not know what happened.
       
     
 and she knows
       
     
theivery.jpg
       
     
 there are times when this appears as nothing more
       
     
  we dig ourselves
       
     
  (her body is my memory palace)   
       
     
 take me
       
     
duomo sky.jpg
       
     
take me.jpg
       
     
  (I used to live here once, you know)
       
     
oh I love her LIGHTER.jpg
       
     
 and all of this
       
     
around and.jpg
       
     
  she warned, she warned
       
     
and now I am.jpg
       
     
  when it all came out
       
     
 you are not who you said you were when we met
       
     
 for so long  I could not see   (this was no gift to me, but was it, was it)
       
     
looking up.jpg
       
     
  and I could be, I hoped
       
     
 how time did fly for you
       
     
let me under your skin.jpg
       
     
strange men near by, I want to.jpg
       
     
oh.jpg
       
     
 I did not know I had started running
       
     
 there is heaven in these
       
     
 you need to lay it down
       
     
  she is always
       
     
viareggio.jpg
       
     
 I finally worked it out
       
     
  the worst is yet to come
       
     
 Is it, all lost?
       
     
  On the walk home, all I could think was how I wished I could free you.
       
     
  Hold on my darling
       
     
 the bridge  was pulled back up into the sky
       
     
 I once wrote  first I must break before I can open
       
     
 and it is just as She said
       
     
 taking deep breaths in hidden spaces
       
     
  it's the days that you felt (forever)
       
     
 and now it's something only we know
       
     
Goodbye, for then 2.jpg
       
     
judith, again.jpg
       
     
  (where Gianni slept)   I loved that magic once but I found my own   
       
     
 It's all that matters
       
     
 I've come and, gone
       
     
 and I am
       
     
 a ghost
       
     
  this body is yours,     this body is mine
       
     
 and this will carry  my body safely home
       
     
  ("my little Versailles")
       
     
 in the light and   (it's all over now)
       
     
  (it's all over now)
       
     
 At Last
       
     
  (it's all inside of me now)   
       
     
  for you, I long to feel    (I'll see you when I go to sleep)   When I was 20 years old I first went to Florence. Though she was hard for me to enter into at first, I could sense and see in her all of the nooks and crannies of my mind.  Within Florence all of the dreamings within my soul were somehow laid out in front of me.  And so I pushed forward and finally found myself awake-or asleep-within her dream.  Even when I was not within her, I could feel my skin's edge in her streets.  And there I stayed for another seven years, until I was violently pulled from her.  I think, when I was 20, I did not quite know how to love myself.  And so I loved Florence instead.  I buried parts of myself within her over the years, perhaps knowing that these pieces would rest there until the time came when I needed to see them again.  Last year I finally picked them up, looked them over, and put them back within myself.       And so while I lived inside Florence for so long, she now lives  inside of me.
       
     
  oh my love      Over the summer of 2015 I photographed obsessively throughout Florence and, more specifically, the Boboli Gardens, using my YashiKa mat 124g.  At the time I was not focused on what the work was about.  I was simply exploring my love, the city of Florence and the great garden within her, in my favorite way--with my camera.  But upon leaving Florence and carefully printing these images, I began to see that the work I had made was much more than an homage to my great love.  I was once told that every photograph is a self portrait.    Her body is  is then my most honest self portrait- a view of how Florence has held me, and how I hold her.    Her body is  is available in book form  here .
       
     

oh my love

 

Over the summer of 2015 I photographed obsessively throughout Florence and, more specifically, the Boboli Gardens, using my YashiKa mat 124g.  At the time I was not focused on what the work was about.  I was simply exploring my love, the city of Florence and the great garden within her, in my favorite way--with my camera.  But upon leaving Florence and carefully printing these images, I began to see that the work I had made was much more than an homage to my great love.  I was once told that every photograph is a self portrait.   Her body is is then my most honest self portrait- a view of how Florence has held me, and how I hold her. 

Her body is is available in book form here.

 At first
       
     

At first

 won't you
       
     

won't you

 in my wrinkled clothes
       
     

in my wrinkled clothes

 I'm trying to find some lightness
       
     

I'm trying to find some lightness

  folded, in
       
     

folded, in

  Thievery
       
     

Thievery

  and I
       
     

and I

  and you
       
     

and you

  (I've found a love like no other)
       
     

(I've found a love like no other)

 There was an expanding  an outward   the reach
       
     

There was an expanding

an outward

the reach

 oh this is disturbing and
       
     

oh this is disturbing and

 these pathways and dreamings  I go
       
     

these pathways and dreamings

I go

  (please move through I say)   
       
     

(please move through I say)
 

  this reaching, this reaching
       
     

this reaching, this reaching

 when you first pulled me
       
     

when you first pulled me

  only make me feel smaller
       
     

only make me feel smaller

 turning  (inward, inward)
       
     

turning (inward, inward)

 I'm in the arms of her church now
       
     

I'm in the arms of her church now

looking waiting.jpg
       
     
  (you gave your ghost)   
       
     

(you gave your ghost)
 

 you are always in shrouds
       
     

you are always in shrouds

  I'm sleepless    (won't you give me a way out or a place to lay it down?)
       
     

I'm sleepless

(won't you give me a way out or a place to lay it down?)

I cant keep up.jpg
       
     
 "When I was a child I believed that trees created the wind"
       
     

"When I was a child I believed that trees created the wind"

more than you flattened.jpg
       
     
  (hallelujah)
       
     

(hallelujah)

moving into.jpg
       
     
  all of these things and I love you
       
     

all of these things and I love you

 sirens,
       
     

sirens,

  I was dreaming there
       
     

I was dreaming there

 for a moment, and I knew
       
     

for a moment, and I knew

 like a sign I could not see
       
     

like a sign I could not see

  (I suppose I always knew)
       
     

(I suppose I always knew)

 (embraced within)  I do not know what happened.
       
     

(embraced within)

I do not know what happened.

 and she knows
       
     

and she knows

theivery.jpg
       
     
 there are times when this appears as nothing more
       
     

there are times when this appears as nothing more

  we dig ourselves
       
     

we dig ourselves

  (her body is my memory palace)   
       
     

(her body is my memory palace)
 

 take me
       
     

take me

duomo sky.jpg
       
     
take me.jpg
       
     
  (I used to live here once, you know)
       
     

(I used to live here once, you know)

oh I love her LIGHTER.jpg
       
     
 and all of this
       
     

and all of this

around and.jpg
       
     
  she warned, she warned
       
     

she warned, she warned

and now I am.jpg
       
     
  when it all came out
       
     

when it all came out

 you are not who you said you were when we met
       
     

you are not who you said you were when we met

 for so long  I could not see   (this was no gift to me, but was it, was it)
       
     

for so long

I could not see

(this was no gift to me, but was it, was it)

looking up.jpg
       
     
  and I could be, I hoped
       
     

and I could be, I hoped

 how time did fly for you
       
     

how time did fly for you

let me under your skin.jpg
       
     
strange men near by, I want to.jpg
       
     
oh.jpg
       
     
 I did not know I had started running
       
     

I did not know I had started running

 there is heaven in these
       
     

there is heaven in these

 you need to lay it down
       
     

you need to lay it down

  she is always
       
     

she is always

viareggio.jpg
       
     
 I finally worked it out
       
     

I finally worked it out

  the worst is yet to come
       
     

the worst is yet to come

 Is it, all lost?
       
     

Is it, all lost?

  On the walk home, all I could think was how I wished I could free you.
       
     

On the walk home, all I could think was how I wished I could free you.

  Hold on my darling
       
     

Hold on my darling

 the bridge  was pulled back up into the sky
       
     

the bridge

was pulled back up into the sky

 I once wrote  first I must break before I can open
       
     

I once wrote

first I must break before I can open

 and it is just as She said
       
     

and it is just as She said

 taking deep breaths in hidden spaces
       
     

taking deep breaths in hidden spaces

  it's the days that you felt (forever)
       
     

it's the days that you felt (forever)

 and now it's something only we know
       
     

and now it's something only we know

Goodbye, for then 2.jpg
       
     
judith, again.jpg
       
     
  (where Gianni slept)   I loved that magic once but I found my own   
       
     

(where Gianni slept)

I loved that magic once but I found my own

 

 It's all that matters
       
     

It's all that matters

 I've come and, gone
       
     

I've come and, gone

 and I am
       
     

and I am

 a ghost
       
     

a ghost

  this body is yours,     this body is mine
       
     

this body is yours,

this body is mine

 and this will carry  my body safely home
       
     

and this will carry

my body safely home

  ("my little Versailles")
       
     

("my little Versailles")

 in the light and   (it's all over now)
       
     

in the light and

(it's all over now)

  (it's all over now)
       
     

(it's all over now)

 At Last
       
     

At Last

  (it's all inside of me now)   
       
     

(it's all inside of me now)
 

  for you, I long to feel    (I'll see you when I go to sleep)   When I was 20 years old I first went to Florence. Though she was hard for me to enter into at first, I could sense and see in her all of the nooks and crannies of my mind.  Within Florence all of the dreamings within my soul were somehow laid out in front of me.  And so I pushed forward and finally found myself awake-or asleep-within her dream.  Even when I was not within her, I could feel my skin's edge in her streets.  And there I stayed for another seven years, until I was violently pulled from her.  I think, when I was 20, I did not quite know how to love myself.  And so I loved Florence instead.  I buried parts of myself within her over the years, perhaps knowing that these pieces would rest there until the time came when I needed to see them again.  Last year I finally picked them up, looked them over, and put them back within myself.       And so while I lived inside Florence for so long, she now lives  inside of me.
       
     

for you, I long to feel

(I'll see you when I go to sleep)

When I was 20 years old I first went to Florence. Though she was hard for me to enter into at first, I could sense and see in her all of the nooks and crannies of my mind.  Within Florence all of the dreamings within my soul were somehow laid out in front of me.  And so I pushed forward and finally found myself awake-or asleep-within her dream.  Even when I was not within her, I could feel my skin's edge in her streets.  And there I stayed for another seven years, until I was violently pulled from her.

I think, when I was 20, I did not quite know how to love myself.  And so I loved Florence instead.  I buried parts of myself within her over the years, perhaps knowing that these pieces would rest there until the time came when I needed to see them again.  Last year I finally picked them up, looked them over, and put them back within myself.  

 

And so while I lived inside Florence for so long,
she now lives

inside of me.