heat splashes. do you rise? make a joke, something light. i saw a squirrel once, it moved with fright but it was alright. was that funny? what is? light is not light. write what you see. the jade plant beside me. in front of me. its leaves are wax petals light, white on the green.… Continue reading on a bench, barely
youvenever heardof me. youvenever heardof your dislike for me or your disrespect. nevershared this as a home. neverfelt allthatyou see as not yourown. youvenever heardof your adoration for me, your kindness. nevertimed connection in trees. neverfelt love peace or fear with the idea of me, or the real. youvenever heardof re-recognizing what you see. neverlearned patterns of perception… Continue reading nevereven
Time In | FEBRUARY 25, 2017 | 6-9PM | Cultural Arts Center, Columbus OH | mfa thesis TIME IN | FEBRUARY 25, 2017 | 6-9PM the premiere of 'Time In' is three weeks away, I'm going over three years of this project's process, excerpted here: rhrsl footage of justin and ella, audio interview with ali Time… Continue reading | Time In
thank goodness it doesn't last. because we get to remember again. and again. the time of connection. the feel of the practice. the practice of remembering our connection to existence. spending time in love of time. with being. awed. think of me as time, breathing. ^^ "it's fun going down the rabbit hole with you!" my ears twitch,… Continue reading the image refresh
ø More conversation has taken us on since then. And right now I think of time as the substance by which action can be perceived. Because Time feels to me like: the carved vessel / the act of its sculpting as well as the volume of space / the vibration therein. Twin Body - Different people form the line of my… Continue reading Bebe and a practice with Meg Stuart scores
You are. If I'd had an imaginary friend when I was a kid, it would have been you. Now we are grown to the mid and find each other here. The kind of strength and rest that comes from friendship with no exception. I am grateful to exist in the same space as you. The people… Continue reading imaginary friends forever #iff
"That one thing that I thought mattered, maybe it didn't matter. Or maybe it doesn't matter now." (Chip Willis 15Dec2016) (29December-13Jan, 2016) I had a vision years ago during a shaman trance. I was a golden hawk. I lifted you up near water from tall, green grass. You were a small, dark snake. Fast I flew with you, and… Continue reading I am Pan: the #
Listening to people. Their lives. Walking home on Sunday I stop to talk to a man and his dog. We speak deeply, quickly. He brings up time and humanity which has me telling him about the interviews I’ve been collecting over the last few years. How the process is “unmooring me” as another friend has put… Continue reading walkeye and the time-being
rings in my thinking. moves in my body. it bleeds me. i drip languid over a night. she lay, side by side. she wakes laying cry. Still there. He, a rough feminine. flinging in thoughts. running through a body. it bleeds a heart. i drip languid over a night. i lay, she. wake rough, so ready.… Continue reading the sacred feminine
i spend time naked. in my daily life. in my art. this is no different, though it very much is. today it is with kate sweeney and chip willis. it is a photo shoot. an easy, fun, remarkable shoot. the talent in each of these artists is more than i can shake my bits at.… Continue reading sex made you
Listening to the interviews I’ve collected. Transcribing, re-living, processing with new ideas. Imagine me as a tree growing lessons by the sun. Ra It’s like I’m tripping. Dripping. Over the last two years I've recorded dozens of people, different ages in different parts of the world discussing their ideas of “self/not-self”, “time”, and now a third question… Continue reading “touch a nerve?” (anonymous)
photo: pub-cafe kouros, agistri island (continue inserteditinside 15Aug15) When this blogpost began It was the midpoint of summer break before a 2nd year of grad school at The Ohio State University. Now a week before teaching a class at THE OSU, I edit this post for the many-eth time. My alma mater is Ohio University, so I know… Continue reading Middriff. blog : v7. “The plural of Or”.
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