“By this time, my relationship with my mother masked over my anguish of what I thought was a lack of a childhood. This turned into a drive to forget and to make excuses for my own actions. And so became the birth of my story, my evolution of my excuses…
“When I got home, my friend walked me past my mother and the kids, and helped me to bed, where I stayed until the next morning. Then my day started all over again, with work and school. My condition was rectified per my census and was never discussed again.” Born…
“It’s done; don’t let her get the best of you. Here, wipe your face,” as she reached for her towel. “Come on, let’s do this. You have to. You have no other choice.” She sat me on the toilet and wet the towel. As she wiped my face, I started…
One of my oldest and dearest fiends, Darren Samuelson released a new set of framed photographs at his show tonight at Inclusions Gallery in Bernal Heights.. His photographs are raw and pure, exposing his film in a large format screams out to it’s viewers with bold story lines and vast…
