These photos are loose research for a film project called SILHOUETTES OF CONTROL.
I was walking home from the subway as the sun was rising. In the middle of the street, in front of my house was my neighbors Triumph motorcycle.
On it's side in the middle of the street with gasoline dripping from the gas tank on to the pavement.
It was pretty, just sitting there, muted, bleeding violence. A drunk old polish man smoking cigarettes on a stoop near by helped me pick it up and move it to the side of the road. I asked him if he had seen my neighbor leave it there or if he had witnessed someone trying to steal it. "tha kids I don't know I no no English you better than me" he said. " you speak to the china, you go speak to the china" I was happy to hear him refer to my neighbor as "the china", I like broken English, it is very direct sometimes. When I woke up at 3, I walked outside and the motorcycle was gone. I went for a walk to the east river to watch the sunset, and then on my walk home I realized that technically I had witnessed triumph bleeding at dawn.

Triumph at dawn.
Triumph at dawn.
Triumph bleeding at dawn. Triumph bleeding at dawn. Triumph bleeding at dawn.

A few weeks later I saw this man with the axe. My first thought was, "violence is no longer muted!"

This man was reading a newspaper while driving his horse through central park. The horses eyes were covered with leather rectangles.

I was skateboarding on a sidewalk near the waterfront. Cars were parked on both sides of Water Avenue leaving room for only one car to drive through.
Half way through the block I turned my head and noticed that there was a blue ford mustang racing towards me on the sidewalk.

It blew past me, 3 inches from my body.
The sidewalk was full of cracks, long and covered in dust, and the ford mustang's wheels churned dust into air the way water looks when a fish leaves water.
It sped its way down West all the way to Eagle street where it took a right. I could not decide whether or not I had experienced violence or efficiency.

I am sitting next to the east river now and the rocks in front of me are dry. To my right are two men using three fishing poles that have been cast over the sea weeds/
One of the fisherman just acknowledged me with a nod. He is wearing a brown wet suit. He is pacing back and forth between the poles.

A helicopter took off from a roof across the river.

A baby cat appeared just as one of the fisherman's lines started tugging.

He is reeling the line in slowly.

Another baby cat has appeared. They are watching him work the line.

The end of the line came out of the water with nothing but the bait on the hook

"It was a big one" he said, and tossed the bait at the two baby cats.

The mom cat has appeared and is observing the the baby cats eat.

"All this, just for them" he said, pointing at the cats. "Its time for me to pack up".

Someone gave me a pill of extacy in October. I ate it when I woke up late one day and went for a walk in the wall street district. This is my favorite picture from that experience.