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Just like the man said, it’s been way too long.

My art is beginning to take it’s own form of chaos. Wait, is that an oxymoron, form and chaos? I’m just having fun at this point, but please allow me to further this serious point.

In the past, I’ve always shot in the theme of spirituality. Spirituality, although highly personal to me, something I don’t usually like to talk about with other people, has always come naturally to my photography. It is the one true thing that I feel I express clearly with my camera (key word, feel).

In the past, I have taken shots that might resemble ghosts, or spirits… something beyond the ordinary that I find in my everyday life… But this time, I’ve gone past that to explain something more. I’ve decided to call my show: Transdimensional… This show is going to exhibit the transition from physical life into a spiritual realm of being.

My soul has never truly felt at home in its vessel, as if I was never meant to have a vessel. If you imagine all the possibilities of being conscious without a body, they are truly endless. Imagine to be just pure happiness, or pure sorrow, or just excitement, and absolute joy, instead of always knowing in the back of your mind that this feeling will eventually fade into obscurity. We are physical creatures of habbit and need. But to rid our self of limitations, is to be “pure being.”

My show aims to tackle this transition, explain its process through imagery, and help myself understand what I cannot see.

Transdimentional opens December 9th @ Space Gallery.

Love, -R

Transdimensional - Traveling Through Time and Space

New York was a fun, busy and mysterious maze of potential, opportunity and misfortune. A week after my trip, I am finally beginning to piece together my future, slowly. I’m pretty sure it has something to do with my biological clock’s alarm. No, not the baby kind. All of my friends are making a move on their futures. A friend just left to study in Africa, another two plans to go to India. And me, I’m still in Denver. So with a bright future ahead of me, the time is to act now… As the Pisces metaphor states: when the tide is right, the fish must go out with the tide.

This was taken at a pedicab documentary held in Brooklyn. The film shed a lot of light on the pedicab scene’s struggle to hold their ground in NYC against the taxi lobbyists. It was also held at an art studio and gallery, so the conversations that followed were awesome. (Camera Phone)

This was Brooklyn, as seen through the eye of my camera phone.

This is my foot while riding a pedicab and taking a rest in Manhattan. (Camera Phone)

Fabi and me at Frankies Spuntino! Yum Yum!

An interior shot of my new favorite restaurant. We were the last to leave at 1 in the morning. That would never happen in Denver: a sweet restaurant open till 1am?

Fabi on the back of my pedicab in Lower East Side.

For all of those who are interested in seeing the real images from New York, Just wait a little longer till they are developed. I shot almost exclusively film while I was in New York in my brand new style. At least, I can’t wait.

-R

OH…. The joy. My first day here in New York, looking for galleries to show in and pedicabbing, has not included any looking or pedicabbing, it has consisted of going to the pool… Pete, (of Rare Gallery) they guy I’m staying with out here belongs to a tennis club, not that he play’s (he used to) but he still has a membership. I thought I was coming out here to work my ass off and to be stressed, but at present moment, I’m as relaxed as a cow in a fine pasture. (This is due to change @ anytime.) I will be making it out to the city to pedicab tomorrow. Anyway, New York is so fresh for me, whereas Denver is this old man I’ve been hanging out with for toooo long. It’s good to keep it fresh. I also ate at this killer Italian restaurant last night with Pete. Instead of paying up the yin yang for such a fine dinner like at Barolo Grill in Denver, it was a pretty decent price for the mouth watering dishes they served at Frankie’s Spuntino! I think I fell in love with NYC the instant I walked in, considering the wonderful aroma. Now, I realize there is no high culture in Denver… It’s the little pleasures here in NYC. The fact that just beyond the tennis club there’s a rail line for the subway, the urban mixed with the “sub urban” and how dense it is here! Everything is compacted, unlike Denver, where apart from downtown, there is only sprawl and stupid suburbs. I don’t know… I feel like I could begin to like it here.

OH, and also, I bought a non 3.2 beer here at a 7-11! Oh, the joy.

A shot from my cellular telephone, not bad?

-R