This is my studio for exploring my work. Consider these drafts.


But really, wouldn’t the story make more sense the other way around? Man, a part of a woman instead of woman, a part of a man?

You can’t divide a smaller number and get a larger number in return (or maybe you can, I don’t know how). You can’t divide a man and get a woman. Only women can divide. 

Division instead of addition or subtraction. 

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by Balthazar Simões

It's just a picnic

I don't usually shoot in black and white. It's too hard for me to understand anything without colors. But, it's the film I had and you should always eat such things as are set before you.

The photos lack some perfection. I couldn't hold the camera straight, or still, or skillfully. 

It's been months since I looked at them, but I'm finally seeing them for what they are and they are pretty special to me. It's all crooked and alive and smirking at judgment. A picnic.

I think we oughta take some o’ these people
And put ’em on a boat, send ’em up to Bear Mountain . . .

For a picnic
— Bob Dylan, "Talkin’ Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues"
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by Balthazar Simões

To know both

They are tactics of imagination, which sometimes turn upon enhancing the beloved, sometimes upon reconceiving the lover, but which are all aimed at defining one certain edge or difference: an edge between two images that cannot merge in a single focus because they do not derrive from the same level of reality—one is actual, one is possible. To know both, keeping the difference visible, is the subterfuge called eros.
— Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet


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by Balthazar Simões

This was my chance

It feels like New Orleans has settled over New York for the past week. The languorous, swampy heat. The other night I was listening to The Last Waltz and "Such a Night" with Dr. John came on. He's a national treasure, music personified, and you should listen to this song and see what happens to you.

And while you're listening and giving thanks for these sounds, I'd like to show you another treasure, someone else with a New Orleans soul, someone else who can conjure a kind of magic, someone else you'll give thanks for. He's a doctor, she's royalty, and they both can heal us in ways that we need.

This is your chance.

Such a Night
It’s such a night
Sweet confusion under the moonlight.

Such a night
Such a night
To steal away, the time is right.

Your eyes met mine
At a glance
You let me know
This was my chance.
— Dr. John
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by Balthazar Simões

She lives an inspired life

And I'm oh so inspired. 

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by Balthazar Simões