A funny conversation I had about work.

Do you do much marketing?

She asks.

I went to Art School, so…

So what?

They taught us how to feel,

not how to eat!

it’s nothing personal, it’s art.

All I need is –

a camera,
(flash)
a crew,
(flash)
rented lights,
(flash)
and a sync wizard
(flash)
to take pictures
(flash)
of your appearance,
(flash)
make-up and all,
(flash)
highlights and softening,
(flash)
to give depth
(flash)
and allure,
(flash)
to erase –

the real you.

A Fond Ambivalence for Social Media.

It’s

a
fine art,

the
art
of following.

Choosing
that
precise moment

to
stop
is too, a work of art.

Like
a
thief in the night.

It
is
frankly, what separates

the
Doomed
from the Damned.

Like
a
self-congratulatory hand-job.

Sad
in
a way,

contagious
in
another.

An eye
for
an eye

with
no discernible
end.