Photography
Under the cloud.
A long pale building, and a river in front of it. One boat is crossing. The sky has more to say than the stone.
Art
Pictures from the work.
Photographs, cartoons, an oil painting, and graphic design. The line beside each picture says what is in the frame. Slide sideways for the next one.
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Photography
Still holding the book.
Aristotle, in bronze, seated in an ordinary square. The name is cut into the stone beneath him. The street has moved on. He has not put the book down.
Photography
Color beside the rails.
A wall of red, yellow, and green blocks, and empty tracks running past it. The platforms are quiet. The building is doing all the talking.
Photography
The figure in the grass.
A dark carved post in a green field, a small figure near the top. Behind it, trees and a plain white building. The grass is doing nothing, and that is the picture.
Photography
The medallion.
Stone piled into flowers, rails, and small faces, and one green circle of gold in the middle. The sky behind it is almost empty. The building kept every ornament.
Photography
Left in a circle.
White shells on dark sand, set down in a loose ring. Nobody is in the frame. The arrangement is the only sign that someone was here.
Photography
The small machine.
A wheeled frame on a keyboard, a camera, and a tangle of wire. The screen behind it is the control. The project is still on the desk. It has not left the room yet.
Photography
Still on the rails.
A black steam engine, close enough to fill the frame. The wheels are heavy, the paint is tired, and the grass beside the track is bright. It is not moving. It has not been taken off the line.
Photography
The doors are open.
A wooden doorway, tables set in the sun, and no one sitting down. The sign is over the entrance. The meal has not started.
Photography
Through the stone.
Two towers, seen from inside a dark opening. The city is a pale band underneath. The frame is the wall itself.
Photography
Someone left the book.
A grey bear in a chair, an open book against its chest. The room is dim. The reader got up. The bear stayed.
Photography
Taller than the street.
A parade on a grey morning. One drummer is up on stilts, and the crowd is at his knees. The tram lines run straight through the music.
Photography
Before the start.
A hall full of small vehicles and the people bent over them. The seats are mostly empty. Whatever they built them for has not been called yet.
Photography
Low to the ground.
A driver lying back in a thin black frame, tires stacked behind him, a crowd at the barrier. The machine is almost a drawing. He is waiting inside it.
Photography
Every way at once.
Street signs pointing three ways, and a crossing sign below them. The sky is clear. The corner is asking you to choose.
Photography
The mountains stay.
A blue sea, a strip of shore, and mountains behind a line of tanks and cranes. The work along the water is small against the ridge. The sky takes half the picture.
Photography
The procession.
A wall of small stones: riders, horses, and a crowd in tall hats. The floor in front of it is ordinary tile. The story is on the wall, and it does not move.
Photography
The window is moving.
The Wind-up Bird Chronicle on the sill, and the trees outside pulled into gold. The carriage is the still part. The landscape has already left.
Photography
Made of scrap.
Figures welded out of metal, standing in a garden. One is mid-step. The grass is ordinary. The people are not.
Photography
Snow on the roofs.
Roofs under snow, and the sea still bright behind them. A few ships sit on the line of the water. Winter stopped at the shore.
Photography
Before the lights.
A deck in the last sun, and the buildings across the water gone to silhouette. Cranes are still on the towers. The day has not quite given the city back.
Photography
The islands.
A few dark islands, and a sea turned copper. The clouds take most of the frame. The land is only there to hold the light.
Photography
One small door.
A pale hut in a green field, and snow on the mountain behind it. The door is the only dark thing at that scale. Everything else is ridge and sky.
Photography
Along the carriage.
The side of a train, and the sun low enough to fill the windows. Poles step away into the field. The carriage is the still line. The light is what is moving.
Photography
Left on the rocks.
Wooden cages on the stones, and a wide pale water. A small boat is far out. The near things are heavy. The far shore is almost gone.
Photography
Waiting on the snow.
A board, a pack, and a pair of gloves, set down on the snow. Nobody is in the picture. The run has not started, or it has just ended.
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Oil painting
The moon, twice.
One moon over the mountains. Another in the water, softer, and a little broken. The painting is that second moon: what the night gives back.
Oil painting
Off the wall.
The same night, standing in an ordinary room. A wooden easel, a plain wall, and the moon still in the frame. The painting does not need the dark to keep its story.
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Cartoon
The thinker.
A face in one sitting: wide ears, eyes like marks, a hand coming in from the side. The line stops where the joke stops.
Cartoon
Still in pencil.
A face in pencil, not inked. The paper is the whole picture. The drawing has not decided to be finished.
Cartoon
Demo album.
A cover drawn by hand. A gear, a round face, a microphone, and the words demo album down the side. It was a sleeve before it was a cartoon.
Cartoon
Already leaving.
A man in a cap, drawn in blue pen, halfway out of the page. A stamp sits in the corner. He is not staying for the caption.
Cartoon
Just boiling.
A square head drawn into the letters, and a line underneath that starts "just boiling." The rest of the sentence is off the page. The drawing knew when to stop.
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Graphic design
One stroke, then the name.
A gold line on a night sea. The name sits under it, and under that the title of the record. It has to read at the size of a thumbnail, so the drawing stays one stroke.
Graphic design
U6.
A battery, drawn as a plain box, with U6 on its face. The green is the whole background. The object is only an outline.