Chapter 2

I stepped on to the streetcar making my split second judgment of the driver, "Can I get away with underpaying? Is the driver paying attention? What gender? What race? Age?" All this and more flashed in my mind before I decided to drop dollar number two back into my pocket or not. My success rate was fairly high, I had only been caught once. This time however I paid in full. The middle aged, white, male driver had a stern concentrated look on his bald headed face that suggested to me he had caught a few chancers in his time and was determined to count every fare since. He sussed me and I sussed him, we were both happy.

Chapter One

I stood on the corner of Queen and Coxwell, once again waiting for that ever so distinguishable sound that confirmed warmth was on it's way. The temperature was getting to the point where it was becoming a physical and mental effort to take my hand out of my pocket in order to count the appropriate two dollars seventy-five.

Three young white people stood in a huddle to my left. There was some sort of gyrating movement going on so I turned and stared, I'm not one for subtlety. There was two male and one female. They were, unless my eyes were deciding to lie to me, each listening to separate head-phones, each mouthing the words to separate (presumably rap) songs, and each moving in what can only be described as a rhythmically, rather unnatural, spasm. What made this spectacle even more uncomfortable was that they would every so often look up at each other, as if searching for some kind of conformation or acceptance.

As much as this fascinated me, I was just as disturbed. Luckily warmth arrived.

Silver Bells

Mary Mary quite contrary,
how does your garden grow?
with silver bells and cockleshells,
and pretty maids all in a row.

Tea Stories

This is a box design for a line of teas, the project brief was handed out along with 3 short stories from different parts of the world and we were asked to represent one of them throughout the box design. This one was called The Tiger Finds a Teacher.

Pilot Magazine

Illustrations for a short story for Pilot Magazine
Possibly getting published.

Spencer Finch

Sunset (South Texas, 6/21/03) is one of many installations Finch has produced to relocate specific experiences of natural light. After taking exact light measurements at the sites of ancient Troy and Emily Dickinson's backyard, he used fluorescent tubes and color filters to re-create the luminescence that inspired classics of literature. His systematic but playful light installations communicate a yearning to measure the intangible alongside a self-deprecating awareness of human limitations.

White (Niagara Falls obscured by mist, April 17th, 2006 5:30pm) | 2006, 20'x8', lightbox and filters. The light at a moment when the falls was obscured by its own mist.

Abecedary (Nabokov's Theory of a Colored Alphabet applied to Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle) | 2004, 9' x 30', ink and watercolor on paper. Uses Nabokov's system of a colored alphabet to transliterate 9,251 characters from Heisenberg's text.

Study for a Groovy Unnameable Color (Yellowish-Orange) | 1997, 22" x 30", watercolor on paper.