Eric Freitas: Reanimating the mechanical heart, elaborately sculptural steam-punk clocks.
Karen, my roommate, gave me a message saying that a Michael called while I was in Kamloops. They left no last name and no clues, except to mention that they had been out of touch for a couple of months. This gives me two salient options, or rather, two people I would like it to be, as there are many Michaels in my life, but only two I can think of who have been silent who I dearly wish to speak to. Curious, these men. Singular, peculiar, and loved.
Desiree Palmen: photos of camouflaged people.
Uncomfortable that they have the same name, I called the less long-distance Michael as soon as I found out, the one who uses Michael, not Mike, left a message, and have not heard back since. The other I have been remiss about trying. I have been shy and timid and my heart has been fluttering afraid. It has been too long since I have heard his voice. Tomorrow, I have decided, i will call. Tonight, instead, I will send him this picture with the subject line, "welcome back to this side of the water" and hope it hits home.
The Eternal Children: a 2006 documentary by David Kleijwegt about the contemporary freak folk scene.