There is the hiss of the steam and the smell of fresh laundry; the mist of the starch before it stiffens. Her movements are methodical. She lifts and turns the shirt just so, pressing the point of the iron into any nooks and crannies. She smokes a cigarette while she irons. The glass ashtray sits on the edge of the board. Her cigarette spends more time dangling from one corner of her mouth than being smoked. She only waves it over the ashtray seconds before the accumulated weight of ashes fall. Her husband sits in his black slacks and white wife beater at the Formica kitchen table. He is waiting, reading the newspaper too close to his face. ~When I am given this … Read More
California Cool
The airport is small and local. She exits into a sunny side of life, inhaling smells of lilac and lemon trees. The clean pavement reflects gold rays back to her as she makes her way to one of the few waiting taxis. There would only be a few. It’s about a twenty-minute drive to the house, and after exiting the freeway, the neighborhoods lining the coast all seem private, secluded. The houses are individually wrapped by bundles of trees and beds of flowers. Something ideal. The driver turns off one of the winding roads onto a small gravel patch. The crunch under the tires announcing her arrival. A gathering of trees line either side of an iron gate. She gets out … Read More
Compare and Contrast
The constant noise and activity of New York City does something to concentrate the mind. I deliberately embarked on the trip to get some clarity. It also served itself up as a compare and contrast case. Maybe live in the city; maybe take the job there; maybe there’s a relationship. A lot of maybes. Pardon the delay in posting. Prior to leaving, I began a first phase of a kitchen remodel. There were also the two weeks preceding the trip, in which I was back and forth with potential employers. I may now be suffering from whiplash: the preparation and anxiousness; the zoom calls and interviews; the editing and the follow ups. All of that buildup and now I’m in waiting … Read More
Choices
I’m behind on writing but certainly not inspiration. Is it procrastination or lack of motivation? What is propelling me now… As I hover over my life, what actions do I see myself taking? It is good to know what one is motivated by: money; attention; notoriety. It is good to know why one procrastinates: laziness; absolute perfection; fear of incompetence. In our current environs, enjoyment of life doesn’t necessarily demand vocal declaration and shared memorializing. Every meal, every outfit, every landscape. Satisfaction is its own reward. In some ways I’m seeking a comfortable stride, in other ways I’m finding new footing. I reflect on my creative endeavors and the next ones I want to pursue. I’m excited and monotone simultaneously. … Read More
Miami, Art Basel 2017
I’ve been slammed all week, crashing by 9:30 pm. Was asleep by 8 last night, no joke! Throwing this review up with much more on my mind honestly. Will rewind this week and speak on other things shortly. Just really loved last weekend’s trip and want to properly acknowledge it. When I leave town, or my context or my usual routine of information absorption, I see how easy it is to be oblivious about the world. How much of the world functions without a general idea of what’s going on. The basics; people being basic. There are so many things we can compartmentalize or flamingo. Head in the sand. I haven’t properly journaled in almost two weeks. If you aren’t journaling, it’s … Read More