Antique Market Starts Thursday

They’re in the midst of setting up an antique market in my campo.

Money makin’, money money makin’

image from esquire article of an intaglio printer

Money makin’, money money makin’

A long-form article with photos about the making of the new $100 bill. “Burins are passed down within the bureau; some here are more than a century old.”

rad.

Light Wave

Shore

Reminds me of home, but not home

A Physical Memory

Ten years ago I was a student and I lived in Venice. While I was here I made books, and prints and I wrote a lot. I wrote mostly about what it was like to be here, ten years ago as a student.

Time passed. I lost most of the things I wrote to the transience of digital technology, lost files, lost words, lost memories.

Ten years passed and I returned to this place where I was a student. And I started to remember things you can only remember when you re-walk the streets you haven’t seen in ten years. And then a month passed and I could no longer forget the things I had previously forgotten about here. The tiny dogs, the smells, the sights, the sounds and tastes.

Then today I was making a pot of tea in the studio. And I looked up and I saw a tangle of words on cut strips of paper. And then I remembered that I had made them. A tangled set of stories that I wrote when I was a student here and then cut and hung from the ceiling. And then I started to read the stories and i started to remember more about what it was like to be here in my twenties.

Ten years ago I hung this paper that became a memory only because I had access to it again ten years later.