This weekend I moved into my new studio space on N. Robertson in the Upper Ninth Ward. 
It’s a gorgeous old building, and while it is still in its sleepy state of construction – it’s a surplus of photographic opportunities: brick walls, pillars, Fatal-Attractionish elevator, narrow metal stairs that seem to lead you to a drunken illusion, and lonely studios that will soon be filled with whatever an artist imagines.
Outside my studio - a good sign?
With the help of friends, I moved in my first big load: three sets of old gym lockers, and some old chairs from the Saenger Theatre that spell out the words BBQ on the sides. This load also came with bins and bins of wood, chemicals, screens, and tools.
My goal for this space – aside from capturing some sui generis photos and videos – is to make it a working studio. Paint, build frames, screen photos onto hemp, make cast acrylic resin molds, and generally be able to make a huge mess without worrying about getting any of it on my kitchen counters or dining room table.
The beginning...
So, I am excited. And anxious. And frustrated that life can’t stop for me to be able to do whatever the hell I want. But there is always time…
Can’t wait to visit.