August 14 1. What is it that I was thinking just now? Was it something about my village and the house where I used to live when I lived there? I was just there again after so many years. Things had changed. I didn't want them to have changed. It all looked dusty to … Continue reading Terrains of the Body – #22
July 12 *Cempaka (Chempahkah) are tiny, white, South and southeast Asian Magnolia flowers that have an extraordinary perfume. Men climb the big trees to pick them in the early morning when the flowers are soft and closed. This is the desirable form. When they open, their petals stiffen and curve up and back. 1. The … Continue reading Cempaka – #18
July 9 1. I put away the black pepper; I can't remember what part of the body is its correlative - freckles? Moles on the skin? 2. When the priest's wife died, she willed herself to depart on the full moon, an auspicious day, appropriate for a holy woman. The full moon is when the … Continue reading Body of Spice – #16
June 27 I started out thinking about language, about how sentences can be structured differently to describe the same event. I was interested in that. And while I'm still interested in that, it's not where I want to focus my attention now, though I'm just a short distance into this project. I'm confident this is … Continue reading Tiny Events & the Palace of Memories
June 20/21 This tiny event is an experiment with memory and how a very tiny, but universal, event - we all have a beating heart - becomes a specific event that reveals the person, the relationship, life stage. The tiny events after the second are evoked by it, or at least they could be. I … Continue reading Heartbeat – #10
I didn't think I was going to show you any photographs. And mostly I won't. But I sometimes will. These are the photographs I talked about in Tiny Event #9.
June 20 1. I looked at the photograph in the book I made with Steve in my twenties. 2. I had made it with Steve - a book of photographs we took of each other when we were young. We took them in Milwaukee in abandoned buildings, alleys, on the railroad tracks. The one I … Continue reading Portrait with Thistle – #9