Lotus Sunday

Posted 6th May '12 7 comments Posted In Still Sundays
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Still Sundays

May 6, 2012.

The moon rode into Earthtown last night. I could hear its supersteps around midnight.

How wide are your shoulders, Time?

New York City is a funny bone of time zones. Usually when we are awake here the West Coast is still asleep and over the Atlantic people are ending the day. How many more ways can I be in between worlds?

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I finally finished a fiction short story yesterday. It is 700 words over the submission guidelines but other than that it is finished. I could make it into two different stories I suppose: keep one for myself and the other one for submission. Or I could diligently ... read more »

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Still Sundays

Posted 18th Mar '12 10 comments Posted In Still Sundays
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Today doesn’t need a date, 2012.

Trying to understand how I see New York City and how an artist sees what is and is not really there. 

 

A weekend ago I was saddened by my inability to successfully articulate to another what is it that I “saw” in New York City. It is like a fairytale that is true only if you believe it. I questioned whether the lens through which I have viewed New York City is tainted with unearned affection. Something I have just made up!

I know many people who live here because they have always lived here. There are also people who have no desire to visit other towns ... read more »

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Bird Love

Posted 27th Feb '12 1 comment Posted In random, The Vault
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a few weeks ago near my work…i came across so many birds all at once…if i didn’t know any better, i would have believed i was indeed some tree…

 

“Bird” by Pablo Neruda

It was passed from one bird to another, the whole gift of the day. The day went from flute to flute, went dressed in vegetation, in flights which opened a tunnel through the wind would pass to where birds were breaking open the dense blue air - and there, night came in.

When I returned from so many journeys, I stayed suspended and green between sun and geography - I saw how wings worked, ... read more »

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Photos: House of Czech photographer Jan Pohribny

Posted 4th Oct '11 3 comments Posted In The Vault

This morning in New York City I was thinking about Jan Pohribny and his family in Prague. I recalled that I had photos from their wonderful house that I enjoyed visiting very much. While looking through them, I really missed them…and, in ways I can’t quite articulate, Prague…one of the most mysterious and haunted cities.

I decided to share these today (I had their permission to share when I took them, just didn’t get around to posting them).

You can learn more about the talented Jan Pohribny here. And in an older post, you can learn more about his magical village,  Únětice , where their house is located.

Thinking of ... read more »

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Novalis wrote, “Our bodies are molded rivers.”

Posted 3rd Oct '11 1 comment Posted In The Vault

Fountain, 2011 by an amazingly inspiring artist Winn Rea. 

Plastic Strips Hanging Down

Value of Water Exhibition at St. John’s Cathedral.

There were lots of mediums through which artists participated. I thought this one was very cool given so much plastic is wasted for water bottles. There were others works by Winn Rea at the Cathedral but this was the best one I captured to share. You can read more about her here.

I will aslo be contacting Art for Water. They had some amazing art and words to share as well.

 

 

 

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