Tim Barrus: Photography Can Focus On A Stereotype and Imbue It With Fear On A stick

They told me to jump in the back. But I have no ribs. They told me to jump in the back. But my tongue already burned in him. And falling through the anger when we are told we have nothing to be angry about. Lets a lot of people off…

Tim Barrus: The WhirlWind Is Gaunt

Seeing as how the circumstances had us sliding out any number of windows and one we broke. Damn, we must be like those video stars on Survive This.

Tim Barrus: Take the Last Train to Clarksville

We were on fire to booze in that place you wanna know what was so weird it was the only place where the hallocinogenics were free cus it was a chop shop and they were broke that week so we took the drugs and there was some mushrooms in there…

Tim Barrus: Self-portrait or Selfie

It’s selfish. I interact with people to learn from their second selves. The part of them that just is.

Tim Barrus: The Virtues of Repair

I want to write stories that are at their core, an in-between-ness, I call these these stories our Second Selves. Everyone screams blood about diversity, and that is fine. No diversity is like a forest with only one kind of tree. Only certain people can tell certain stories. Only the…

Tim Barrus: The Aside of Horizontal

What do you really glimpse in a collage of horizontals. Little electric shots and then, it’s over.

Tim Barrus: It Isn’t Going To Take A Photograph By Itself

Your lucid moment has not risen to the level of ourselves. Endless grief. What does it mean. Nothing. A rusty pickup stopped. And we got in. You misplaced your camera in that empty house.

Tim Barrus, Play With Light if You Can

Single Lens Reflex Cameras are fine. For the people who want that. You can only make so many travel brochures, postcards, and Kardashion’s ass combined. GoPro is marketed as an action camera. But sports is not the only terrain a GoPro can be used. This is an underused (marketing has…

Tim Barrus: The Palm Tree’s Name Was Romeo

Romeo was witness to a thousand things a day in that chicken-scratch yard it seems to want to escape from Get Me Out of Here. This palm tree is the moon. I am the man in the moon. This dying house is my dying house. This book, my dog.

Tim Barrus, New York Times

Composedly Trembling

Tim Barrus: We Could Join the Circus

The crows were let loose upon you. Gone without a word. The shiney objects were the swords in your eyes.

Tim Barrus: The Dude Is Out

They were lots of fire, dust, and behaving as if they travel through the astonishing two-split experiment where electromagnetic radiation – photons – came to fall into your earth of second selves.  

Tim Barrus: The Dark In Dirt Bike Town

Photos with too much light blind me. The white escapes. It feels like an adventure film is pushing me aside to disappear from existence with a snap. I seek something darker to look at. And I seek to make all darkness my default. Just going about my stupid day. Taking…

Tim Barrus: I Only Said Be Yourself. And so you did. You had been seduced by seduction, and I was okay with it.

You are not the fly on the wall. Whenever I write any of this nonsense – any text whatsoever – is a defeat of photography and I am the hypocrite who says, Never Explain. By comparison. Or amusing by virtue. To put a camera in faces who know who you…

Tim Barrus: 4 Various Views

You wanted feedback. What, do I appear to you to be a loop you can run around with, but going nowhere. Half the time, I have no idea what people are talking about, and that means you. What ARE you trying to SAY. Just show me. Don’t talk to me.…

Tim Barrus: Multiple Cameras

Did someone make it a rule that we can only use one camera on a shoot. Bullshit. I now have a lot of cameras. Sometimes just the GoPro because it fits so nicely in my pocket. You don’t want to look like traditional media. Lately, a GoPro and a Nikon…

Tim Barrus

Understanding harm can strengthen our compassion and deepens our relationships with our second selves who are harmless unless you cross them. Many do. The photo is an experiment. I wanted to see if I could use the window behind me to frame what appears to be my hair because it…

Tim Barrus: Look Homeward Angel

Tim Barrus: Dusted

Tim Barrus: 2LiveABarrenSubstanceInsideaNeedWhoseGriefOfTwentyShadowsIsNotGrief

I am a communist. I am a lurid communist. You cannot wring blood from a hermitage. You cannot sleep with infidels. Whose flesh unseen the ruined temples of a king.

Tim Barrus: Curvature

Blood Has Poured Forth Here

Avatar Forest

This is the path behind my house that goes through my Avatar Forest in the Dreaming of the Dreams. I am not being disingenuous. The dreaming of the dreams is a term taken from what trips through this woods or any woods’ currents of horizons from your asshole to your…

AMERICANA

Does anyone know what Americana means. 

Toughest Little Bitch Camera

This camera is going to last another thousand years. Small as a matchbox.