honey pot / booster seat

...honey pot had a show open last friday in italy. i wished i could have been there. when we went to see the bresson exhibit at the moma last month we stood in front of the wall-sized-mural-map tracing everywhere bresson had traveled with his stupid (jealous) leica throughout his life...i meannnnnnnn, everywhere...we stood in front of the boot and she showed me where her show would be in a few weeks, and where her friend gianni was from...she then showed me the path of a fantastical roadtrip along the coast that she wanted to take me on when i get my ass to italy. when will that be? when could that ever be?! she returns to italy in august, or september. she is unlike anyone from the united states of america, and unlike anyone i have ever known born in december. i realized today that maybe even our physical stature affects the type of photographs we take (that might be obvious - i don't know)...i thought of her immediately, and of her photographs of people, fauna, cement, houses, beds, felines, friends, rooms, chairs, etc....AMIDST everything, she is amidst everything in her photos...more there and more inside and even more present, maybe, than the thing itself ever intended to be.