ANTHONY R. VIZZARI | ARCHTOGRAPHIST

Radar Productions Studio: Commercial Shoot... Starting the set-up, before the craziness of media people, actors, lights, and such... Yes, it has been quite some time since I’ve posted anything of substance. A lot has transpired since my last entry, so much so, that I can’t even conjure the memory to repeat it all. A few things are certain… that I am both overworked and (I hate to say it) overwhelmed. As the third decade of my life approaches, I find myself in a place that many don’t experience until they are 50, or even 70! In the past, I rarely if ever, visited a doctor or hospital. In the last 10 months, I have now been to six different hospitals, and seen at least 11 different doctors and specialists throughout the country. Running the healthcare circuit has become commonplace in my life. I am forced to reevaluate everything on a daily basis… Ham or cheese? Black or gray tie? Cash or credit? Extensive liver surgery in NYC or New Orleans? And so, as I sit here in the studio of a pro

I'm finally back from my trip to see Dr. Shafir (surgeon)... Update to follow soon. The operation will not be a small undertaking...

The Stringer What you see can’t hurt you…right? until the worm tight around the hook sneaks right into the lower fish-jaw. a big fish- eyes google, gaping-at-the-air-sideways when a last breath escapes… out of water out of air out of life flapless a mount or a meal the end is always the same, terrifyingly still. The American In Mexico the sky was always blue, but the dirt evaporated the moisture in my nose. a hooker a handgun a heroin fix a hollow heart I swallowed the worm, lost my way, and never made it home.