i'm quicker than the wind

it's about to go crosshore, he said, and your eyes reflect the ocean, and me.

Gone Fishin'

it's all happening

graphite and spotlights, and climbing ladders up and down, plus mural rolls with crisp white paper. champagne and hot perogies, thank you Jackie and Dennis.

bouquets of pink tulips, then look at that it's spring, and i'm leaving so soon.
bon voyage

The History of Love

Mountains and Lacunae

I spent three hours last night talking to strangers about mountains.

Drank three cups of mulled wine, discovering that the answer to 'should I add more brandy?' should always be a resounding yes.

And so I dreamt about truging hikes in New Zealand, the overwhelming Himalayans, and two hundred year old stone houses in Tennesse.

hailing from Milky Way

Tucked in the corner, jars of live termites, writing in chalk, Japanese green tea.

And I'm in there too, drink in hand.

Looking for inspiraton today.

Dance Report - on floating

(or how to make the city so light that it floats away in the sky)



Carry a stone. Go on
carrying heavier stones
until they become so
heavy that the whole
city starts to look
lighter than what you
are carrying.