Invisible Planes

A song inspired by Felix Baumgartner‘s freefall to earth, and other unlikely acts of love. ‪ Like Wonder Woman’s invisible plane, Baumgartner’s long-distance luge to earth was both otherworldly and at the same time within reason. After he slid back down to the ground from the stratosphere, he stood up, brushed himself off, and cheered. It wasn’t that he…

Fly fishing

The losses we incur pose as weights– leaden sinkers that line our pockets and drag us down. But take a fly fish hook of fur, feathers, lead weight and wire, cast out far to slice past the surface to the river’s inside. We are like that. Reeling in the gains, the tungsten loss just heavy enough to…

Life | Still beautiful

Back from a walk to the edge of town, past the cemetery, the horses, my friend’s garden plot, train tracks and newly planted wheat. The gravel road is peppered with rocks that trigger lecture hall memories: conglomerate, quartz, limestone, metamorphic, schist. Today the colors were luminous –flamingo pink, pumpkin orange, mustard ochre… Each pebble with…

Montreuil Notebook #1

This is a page from our notebook, when Florence Artur and I prepared for a performance of improvisation video and audio for the open studios in Montreuil on October 10. We were familiar with one another’s work, but hadn’t tried performing together. From the first digital byte, it was a great journey. In Florence’s Montreuil…

6 years today | empty chair

I wondered why I was feeling so dark and sad, blanketing without exit. It became managable when I realized it was on this date 6 years ago that my father died. These anniversaries return with the seasons, an ever heavier load each year. They are tucked away in our skin, muscles, hair, joints, feet, hands. We continue living lives…