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…
Rockwood Music Hall. Oct. 21, 2015 Video by Tealescope.
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…
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…
Live looping with a bow. Ping me if you are coming and I’ll bring you a present from here. xOxO hj
If I were a chess piece I’d be queen of my own chess board. Not a flat board with 90 degree corners. My game moves around a surface more like the belly of Anish Kapoor’s Cloud Gate in Chicago, where players would be curled up in Eero Saarinen Womb Chairs. With headphones. And fruit smoothies. And best…
Live from Liège. Blues-sphere, on Saturday June 27, 2015.
