Lusk

If you know anything about me, or the me I purport to be, you know I have a deep abiding respect for one Mathieu Lusk. The story of our relatively short friendship has been told and retold, mostly for our own benefit, I doubt it is as interesting or funny to anyone else. His blog of curious moments in space and time is one of the most enchanting forums of current photography I know of. His sculpture is bizarre, lending itself a quixotic sensibility, straddling a line to the left seemingly desultory then to the right brazenly academic, steeped in a rigorous theory. He is at once totally predictable and completely original. Perhaps these things always go hand in hand. In any case, he cracks me up with a consistency few achieve.