i found these old pics of poet rod mckuen over at life magazine. somehow, this is how i imagine poets to spend their days. you know – maxing out with the cat, chillin’ in the tub, reading some fan mail… life.
My work mines the debris of memory through the creation of intricate worlds sculpted in 1:43 scale and smaller. Often sealed under glass, the works depict the remnants of things past—whether major, transformational experiences, or the quieter moments that resonate loudly throughout a life. In much the way the mind recalls events through the fog of time, the works distort reality through a warped and dreamlike lens.
a portrait of Italy as seen through the lens of working activity – more at giancarlo rado’s flickr.