My photographs are usually just people being in and out of my life. Some are of traveling together, always together. I remember every moment of this stuff. When I read, it's just in images, not text. I simply take photographs of people I love or places that I love or moments that I have loved or photographed because they were all always around, sleeping over, sleeping in, sleeping gravemen digging, because it always comes down to death. Death and sex still gives writers a run for their money.
I have been around a lot of funerals. I have been around for a lot of sex, sometimes they moved in and sometimes I moved in. I say a lot because I will have to go stand under all those ancient oaks every cemetery has, and I will have the Gro Pro inevitably in my pocket, and I'll take videos of the current uprising, more than a few, okay everyone, everyone I know, and that includes everyone here. Mainly, it will be Jack Daniels, shrooms, only this is not a cemetery, I did lead you on some, but you did go with me, and right now it's midnight bible black dreadnought and neglected. I am outside of Dodge. On Matt Down Road next to a field more desert than field.
Dirt bike patterns in the wheelie wheel dust and grit, it was not a place where hope springs eternal, it's the place in the sand for faultlines run too deep and nerveless. We will burn you in the pine box we made. Huge bonfire will entertain enthronement do you do cast away or do you do savant. I do skirmishes of warhorse and the wooden wall. I don't stand back from anything. I was the one who helped tote him back here. Now, let's fire him up and hand me a beer. I don't do wheelies anymore. Sometimes. And sometimes even the children, especially the boys, will ride me about it day and night. You're too old to be out there riding dirt bikes. Well, shiver my timbers. The bombardeir.
Everyone walking backwards. I will photograph that too. I make a lot of sets. I use a lot of cameras. I am a high functioning person who happens to have autism. I am autistic. What is autistic. My eyes to the sky. I have know the people in this grit of dirt and fucking dirt and the grown dig up and dirt, a garrison, all my life. Looking out, and then, the ground is moondust moondust. Moondust. Moondust. My house is made from glass. -- Tim Barrus