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Dreaming of Lilies Before Shattering Glass
In my dream, I am swimming with my husband and other friends. Everyone else swims at a brisk pace– several strokes ahead of me. I flutter about, getting caught up in the lilies. I am too slow. Tangled....
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Balloons After Lunacy
It starts with a platform. We collect together and wait. I stand near the furthest end, where the crowd thins. A man stands next to me. I am reading. He is staring. Now he is whispering. We lock eyes....
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On Being Girly While Being Marie Antoinette
My friend Annie wants to throw a Marie Antoinette party in the spirit of the historical figure and the Sophia Coppola film; she asks me to help. It is supposed to be a girly and decadent affair,...
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Why A Future Portrait?
Tonight, I am performing my “future portraits” piece at Concord Space. I am performing this particular piece because I am scared of and interested in confrontation– how we talk to each other...
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What Is Reflected / Where We Meet
So, last weekend, I set up my future portrait studio at Concord for ENTER>text. Why a future portrait, you might ask? Here is my answer. What was the experience of taking future portraits like, you...
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Frequency Meets Volume or Translation
“Painting from nature is not copying the object, it is realizing one’s sensations.” – Paul Cezanne I am admittedly not the best verbatim sketch artist. My drawings always end up looking like monsterous...
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Where There Once Was A Body
Last January, around the same time an arsonist was putting bombs in people’s cars, a decapitated head was found on a hiking trail a few blocks from my house. I don’t think of myself as a city person–...
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EENCH is the EENCH
On Valentine’s Day, my husband went to work and stumbled on this street art piece: an arrow shot through the heart. Bright red, black, and bruised up against the telephone pole. I love the realism of...
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The Art of Living & Loving in Los Angeles
“I don’t like Los Angeles. The people are awful and terribly shallow, and everybody wants to be famous but nobody wants to play the game. I’m from New York. I will kill to get what I need.” – Lady Gaga...
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Winning
“This is a project where everybody wins: the villages will get power, the cliffs won’t be damaged and it will be a work of art.”- Hiro Yamagata Sometimes, I wake up with a sense of urgency, and I...
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Ritual & The Roundabout in Echo Park
For the month of November, from 8 a.m. – 9 a.m., each day, I am sitting at the roundabout in the middle of my neighborhood (where Effie meets Lake Shore), and writing my “status updates” on a...
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Hello, Sky
“You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the weather.” – Pema Chodron Lately, I’ve been thinking about how I cultivate weather inside my body. “Is it biological? Chemical? Cultural? Hereditary?”...
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Observation as a Form of Listening
“The longer we listen to one another – with real attention – the more commonality we will find in all our lives. That is, if we are careful to exchange with one another life stories and not simply...
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E/YES That Can See You
I did not want to go running at 7:30, but I forced myself to do so. It’s always a matter of should I write or run? Today, I opted for running. At least when I run, I feel as though I am accomplishing a...
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feathery pillows (for Louise Bourgeois)
In french, femme maison means woman house, the story of which starts with a woman who is neither just a house nor just a woman. She is just an everything: a builder of forts from the couch cushions, a...
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Whales
I was born in a whale, but the whale was dead, so I thought: okay. Let’s deal with this. I didn’t know how to push. I sat there for a while and considered the art. It’s maybe a miracle. The impulse to...
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