Wednesday, February 11, 2015
To Hell and (not quite) Back
dear dear. a night spent mostly awake trapped between misery and horror and occasional sleep filled with nightmares. nightmares were better than the waking as moments of joy were truly lovely before being cut short by social and structural boundaries. overall i felt my soul being sucked out of me.
a lonely event
now, my third attempt at leaving bed and staying afloat, i'm going to wander the apartment contemplating the beautiful and curious curios and see if i can make contact with the universe.
for the day i will be but an observer on planet earth.
Monday, February 2, 2015
In my rearranging I have this bowl empty for the first time in years.
I made this in a metal working class years ago. We were only allowed to pound metal for the first two weeks on account of it making too much noise. I had just been unceremoniously dumped by a man I had spent 8 years with. I had rage. I cut a piece of copper in a circle and I heated it and hammered, heated it and hammered. My rage rendered the hammering effortless.
My rage fueled the creation of something quite lovely.
I don't know what it all means.
I think I have to go draw it.
Monday, January 5, 2015
Possibility Transference
Out and about to the upper west side for a meeting. Nothing too formal but enough to require matching socks.
Because I was nearby I stopped at Zabars to get Sugo Rosa sauce which I can't seem to find anywhere else. Zabars was Zabars, a shopping orgy for food and housewares. Such very useful stuff upstairs. I consciously did not buy most of it but marveled at the possibilities.
If only the possibilities I see in my own life appeared as varied and interesting and useful. Perhaps I should hire their buyer as a life coach.
Or perhaps concentrate on the messages I leave myself on my own walls.
Out and about to the upper west side for a meeting. Nothing too formal but enough to require matching socks.
Because I was nearby I stopped at Zabars to get Sugo Rosa sauce which I can't seem to find anywhere else. Zabars was Zabars, a shopping orgy for food and housewares. Such very useful stuff upstairs. I consciously did not buy most of it but marveled at the possibilities.
If only the possibilities I see in my own life appeared as varied and interesting and useful. Perhaps I should hire their buyer as a life coach.
Or perhaps concentrate on the messages I leave myself on my own walls.
Saturday, January 3, 2015
enduring the darkness
enduring the darkness
The days don't grow fast enough but at least the season of forced festivities is at an end. How very sad we need to be told when to celebrate our lives. Seems we should be able to figure that out on our own. Even sadder we don't keep the lights til February-- it's about keeping the darkness at bay.
Almost every day the world comes to an end for me. The digging out is a bother.
Endurance is built of art and compassion.
kept the day of the dead altar up with our pagan tree.
The color and lights, the remembering sweet things about family and friends gone now from the planet.
The days don't grow fast enough but at least the season of forced festivities is at an end. How very sad we need to be told when to celebrate our lives. Seems we should be able to figure that out on our own. Even sadder we don't keep the lights til February-- it's about keeping the darkness at bay.
Almost every day the world comes to an end for me. The digging out is a bother.
Endurance is built of art and compassion.
kept the day of the dead altar up with our pagan tree.
The color and lights, the remembering sweet things about family and friends gone now from the planet.
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