San Narciso, 2022
Digital Photoseries
Made with help from photographer Tony Smidt

Prints available by request.



San Narciso takes place on a mound with the love of my life.

The name refers to a fictional California city originally described by Thomas Pynchon.

It was a city of ceaseless seeking and incredible self-interest. Like the novel it was inscribed in, it was a place people went for answers and left (if they made it out at all) with infinitely more questions.

My lover in this series is a lot like that town. I go to her for answers, for solace. I feel compelled to engage with her, I cannot imagine a life without her. But it is a product of my own creation. There is nothing it can teach me that I do not already know somewhere within myself.

Is it possible to maintain a relationship where I do all of the giving and all of the taking? Does that contradict the essential nature of a relationship? Or are we reaching toward a novel sort of balance?


































Turning and turning in the widening gyre   The falcon cannot hear the falconer;Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere   The ceremony of innocence is drownedThe best lack all conviction, while the worst   Are full of passionate intensity.Surely some revelation is at handSurely the Second Coming is at hand.   The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out   When a vast image out of Spiritus MundTroubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert   A shape with lion body and the head of a man,   A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it   Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know   That twenty centuries of stony sleep    Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,   Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

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