life
September 28, 2009
- Why does he document himself aging? Every five years he makes a mould of his face, fills it with 10 pints of blood. The sculptures are then kept in a box filled with silica and chilled to minus 18 degrees Celsius to prevent them from turning to liquid. Precious. An ode to life frozen and afraid of flowing like the warmth of life-giving blood. British artist Marc Quinn says, “I think I’m more ...
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September 28, 2009
- This weekend, we slept in a desert death room. Let me explain.If you don’t recognize the name Gram Parsons, he was known for his work in two bands, the Byrds and The Flying Burrito Brothers, both in the late sixties. In the early seventies he recorded two solo albums, known for their duets with Emmylou Harris. Parsons is credited with creating country-rock, and Rolling Stone magazine ranked him ...
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September 25, 2009
- I've already written in a poem about saying goodbye, so I am not sure this momentary pause in thought, matters in respect of the RedRoom weekly theme request. It counts for me, as this past week I lost a part of me. I lost the bedrock of my life in enforced exile. As the theme has been about saying goodbye; the emotional punctuation of a life ending is vast and consuming, as much as it is ...
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September 24, 2009
- Someone recently commented that it appeared I had a science background. The reason? I analyse and dissect.I do. But my analysis and dissection is far from scientific. I do not start with a theory, then experiment to prove its veracity. What I do is akin to taking a mould of clay, pulling it into two…the insides of the halves initially do not appear smooth; there are ridges or pockmarks all over ...
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September 21, 2009
- Two women into the gallery last week on consecutive days who are artists who also teach art. Both lost everything in California wildfires last year, one in California's Big Sur, the other several hundred miles north. Homes, studios, paintings, art libraries, sketch books. All lost. ``Thirty years of sketch books,'' said one, who has moved into a nearby town with her family. Sketches, to ...
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September 18, 2009
- I’m not sure why you stopped talking to me. It happened slowly, methodically, like rust. There was no big fall-out, no noteworthy event. Suddenly, you and I were no longer speaking. The divide formed.Women are weird. They’re passivity runs deep. But you and I are different. We’re the outspoken women who yell when angry and sob when sad. We cry out. We express. What happened? Our voices got ...
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September 18, 2009
- With the sharing of art, words, ideas, dreams, telepathic experiences, deep connections, and more, during this past week, the movie that comes to me is, “What Dreams May Come” based on the book of the same title by Richard Matheson. I love this movie and am moved each time I see it. It’s simply a visual masterpiece. I read the book some years after seeing the movie. Usually, there ...
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September 15, 2009
- Scythes, saws, hoes, old harnesses—the barn wall was cluttered with dusty farm implements from the past. As we strolled by, sipping the cold apple cider, we could almost feel the sweat on our own brow, feel the damp cotton and denim clothes cling to our backs. The past suddenly seemed to breathe in our imaginations and through us, becoming us, reminding us of how alien we are to that past.If ...
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September 15, 2009
- There was no lather as I took a blob to wash my hair. Scrub-scrub-scrub. Nothing. I tried with another blob, then another. I decided to look at it closely through eyes that might burn. It wasn’t the shampoo. It was the conditioner. How was I to know? Both the bottles came as Siamese twins; they looked alike. I finally got the lather going over hair that had been flattened by too much care. As I ...
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September 14, 2009
- I was very close to my husband's mom. She passed away suddenly less than two weeks ago and I'm still in that foggy state of disbelief that she is gone. As my husband was named the executor, we were there (in Canada...we live in the U.S.) for about a week and so I was able to squeeze in a little time with my sisters while I was there. That was nice.I found myself reflecting on life, which I'm sure ...
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