God, Sex, Pain, Peace and Art
Like I said, I've had an interesting life.

Studio H, Walnut Creek, CA
This body of work came out of the ten years that I had a commercial photography studio. It was one of the most fucked up crazy, wonderful and prolific creative times in my life.

It doesn't matter to me if you enjoy the work, or just think I suck, I had to write it down. Sometimes in the middle of the night I would wake up and I would have a whole complete finished piece in my head, but I would just tell it to fuck off. I'm not getting up and writing at four in the morning. I would tell myself that I would get up later and write it down. But of course, I just couldn't remember it upon awakening. Do I consider myself a writer? No, not really. Usually I was just trying to make a point in a creative way that I couldn't make with a visual image. I don't sit and read poetry. The only creative writing that I ever read anymore is either Rumi or personal friends that are professional writers.

So, why did I post this? Because I like it.

Jim MacKinnon

1.03.08