absurdity 2016

"we are all hunting for rational reasons for believing... the absurd" - lawrence durrell, justine

sssssssssssssssssss

death,

love affair

with this plant

tiny treasures.

thank you

the snakeskin is outgrown

the sweetness is in the details, in what surrounds.  i am specific with my home, the environment which i inhabit, stretch, reflect myself.  my room is a space of control, one which i carefully shape to fit this love of color & pattern & the miniscule.  the place i call "mine" also tends to be filled with the memories and creative gifts of other people that i love.

my private heart, captured in small, intimate photos & revealed in the most public of spaces:

owls remind me of moonshine

salutations to the cosmic mother nature, durge smruta

collecting tidbits

sketches of billboards for a bigger art piece

a selfick original

photo taken in chicago, found in west virginia flea market

stencil made by shoog from foto of me, veronica, & noam at march in dc

i love you, flowers.

everything is still.

a gift painted by my longest friend ginaB, given to me over 10 years ago

yerba mate, bombilla, thermos= the necessities

sweet note from cara, sent amidst my trauma, reminding me to love myself

box filled with fish bones, left on my doorstep by vik

home.

a homemade patch i made for someone i loved who left it all behind

armadillo shell i found (with incredible delight) on the beach in nicaragua

birds birds birds, on a box of tapes tapes tapes

what is important in all good relationships

meridians

crows are oracles

hangin with angela davis, stencil courtesy of vik

west virginia flea market find, photo from chicago in the 70s

a chip original

a box of riches

i coveted this for years before cara passed it along

una bolsita para mi, gracias a las mujeres (y radym)

something so wonderful about chainmail

i can't just read one book at a time, i have to read nineteen

patterns reveal secrets

the tropics, the muse

i was made of leaves.  and rock.

only i had forgotten how to look.  how

 to use my eyes and skin?  the edge

is aglow with definitions,

 fuzzy like young compositions and footsteps

 through slips.  succulence,

scary in its sudden certainty,

 then fog, then feathery wings.  turn

on the lights, it's warm like the orchids

which need no sleep.  like fire

crackling on the backs of winter coats

i am teased by cacti of winter,

flourishing.  make a roof of the permeable, 

let the melted bird perch.  not a simple nest

of illusion, this is a shadow, a reflection, a character

of hunger.  it resembles death under certain

lights, it looks like deliverance.

but where we are wounded, go there.

let the moss storm whisper strength

let the hidden spider gather secrets

sshhhhhhh

it's perfect, you snuck up, you caught it.

i saw it dropping like gilded stars,

a gliding stream of fallen thirst

begging to be seen, changed, contextualized.

 is the infinite path of chaos itself

seen in the infinitesimal pattern of movement?  what then?

to shift from far away to upclose, to leave oneself and enter.

the air, the colors, the ground.  to surround.

*listening to rachel's selenography on headphones

feb/march 2012