I am re-posting this piece following the death of John Berger, eternally grateful for everything this man taught me about communicating ideas, about art, and about myself.
Read MoreClimb the stairs find the lights keep walking it’s just the night and you’re always up for a wander.
Read MoreSee space between storm heads and sea as you leave, watch languid seasons fade into worlds of shoulders clothed in scarves and hat covered hair.
Read MoreThink of breathing; think where sounds are made where tongue hits teeth, infant noises. I roll the tongue and throw letters to the back of my throat with enthusiasm.
Read MoreNovember 9th will be grudging toasts to a battle ahead or whiskey-fueled regression to mourning.
Read MoreRunning the gauntlet of homesickness every vegetable comes from red earth, the haze over the city strange from ground-level. The word for fog is learned in doodled golden bridges.
Read MoreThey say there's no history, no soul. They speak of sand, breathe stale air, build grandiose testaments to its roses instead.
Read MoreTwo ladies I've tried to be for 26 years are hanging out together all day, and I'm wildly jealous.
Read MoreYou told me the ocean and my blood were equals in salinity.
Read MoreThe pack has pantsuits, collared shirts and sunburn under makeup and headscarves.
Read MoreMy eyes drift toward each other, posture deteriorates and I’m unable to stop. There's ink in my blood.
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Distance can't stop us sitting by the ocean with prosecco, can't stop us burning in the sun. When we’re there no one is about to leave, no one needs anyone to stay. When the sun is setting over the harbor our gossip is abstract. It's only real with the sunrise when you're on the cusp of something truly new.
Read MoreTo my soul, my conscience, how fantastic you’re not here.
Read MoreI’ve rolled over, I’ve gone to the bathroom, I’ve daydreamed, drank water. Considering it’s about 10pm back home, I’m not sure why I’m awake.
Read MoreI managed to stumble upon one of the most wonderful subdivisions of the art world, and it has informed my perspective on art and humanity in a way that inspires me to make my work more impactful, more significant, and more worthy of my time. Paradoxically, I have to leave to gain the perspective and skills that will allow me to do this but I won't forget the encouragement I found in these communities.
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