Thursday, July 22, 2010

The Knot


If you asked me where I will be two years from now, I would hesitate to tell you. It's against the rules, like going back in time to tell yourself of the future. No, I would need to keep those kinds of things quiet. But... if you look closely... I am showing it. It is in my photography, my writing, my video, my stance, my dance, my gaze, the clay of the world once touched by my hands.
Do you see? Words are too often mistaken for promises, and promises are knots tied too tightly.
Like the final line of a poem, no more words.
Like the beginning of a beautiful war, you are with me.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Portion



Raw tuna over parmigiano, rabe and kale greens, topped with a ginger tahini mustard, lavender blossoms and peppercorns. And yes, it was delicious.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

artist/vendor//vendor/artist



As we get older, the separations blur. All of it. One big freaking We, like a stack of pancakes slowly becoming a clay ball. Some of us seeming more eager to jump into the soup than others.

Thursday, July 1, 2010