The Blackout

  I loved the way the candlelight cast shadows along Felipe’s jaw as we sat and talked in the dingy bar. All of Amsterdam had lost power, and we had desperately been trying to find a place to have a good time. Our group of four stumbled into this small bar that smelled of weed…… Continue reading The Blackout

Just No

The word no has followed me around ever since I can remember; it was like a ball and chain that I just couldn’t seem to lose. So when I went to the Tate Modern in London, I was not too surprised to find the word capitalized and right in my face. Bruce Nauman’s painting of…… Continue reading Just No