Category: Art

  • The succulent rose behind the white picket fence

    The succulent roses are behind a white picket fence. The fence protects an improbable garden surrounding an even more improbable white house. Outside the white picket fence is the Patagonian steppe, an endless sea of scrub and dust. Only the white picket fence stands between the two states of creation: on one side, human warmth…

  • The pleasure dogs

    Pleasure dogs have read what’s been written and aren’t impressed. Pleasure dogs have long lines of prose stuffed in their pockets and poetry gathering like filth between their toes. Their desks are covered with pleas and the floors of their dwellings are littered with crumpled responses. The walls are covered with old photographs. Pleasure dogs…

  • Out where the myths are

    [audio: https://www.kevincarrelfooter.com/podcasts/podcast-8AUG2010.mp3] AGIA GALINI, Crete – At night, myths rove about us on this island. They come out when the sun is setting, emerging from their caves and from the sea, to wander through the olive orchards and sit under the bougainvillea, luminous in the moonlight: the Minotaur, Icarus, Kronos and Rhea, Zeus and Europa.…

  • The opening of rivers

    [audio: https://www.kevincarrelfooter.com/podcasts/podcast-1AUG2010.mp3] MADRID, Spain – I am looking to an illuminated blue horizon as if the edge of the world were rimmed in neon. Three church cupolas form a panorama to impress believers and non-believers alike. Down below, there is the sound of the occasional group of passing revelers or a lonely accordion going from…

  • Jason Ricci

    Jason Ricci

    Jason Ricci is one of the most amazing performers I have ever seen. The first time I saw him live at a little Blues club in San Francisco, I shot these photos with my trusty Canon Digital ELPH, the only camera I had on me. Jason’s artistry comes through — no matter what camera you…

  • The place of belonging

    MADRID, Spain – On the far cusp of the night, I sit undressed on the edge of the bed drinking in the air that has finally cooled. You must wait until everyone has gone to sleep to receive the cool air with its messages from beneath the sea. I chuckle at the audacity of this…

  • An expatriate girl

    PARIS, France – I see them on the streets. I overhear them talking on cell phones. I watch them conversing oh so fluently to their French boyfriends in cafes. I see them basking in the light of desire in the city of light. The American girls are joyfully under siege this summer in Paris. I…

  • Limb

    Sometimes I feel that I am so far out on this limb that it is easier to keep going than to turn back.

  • El Beso Azul LIVE! in Buenos Aires

    El Beso Azul LIVE! in Buenos Aires

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    Maria Volonte: “El Beso Azul” LIVE at Parque Centenario from Intrepid Patrol on Vimeo.