“And you really live by the river? What a jolly life!” “By it and with it and on it and in it,” said the Rat. . . . “It’s my world, and I don’t want any other. What it hasn’t got is not worth having, and what it doesn’t know is not worth knowing.” —KennethContinue reading
"If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I'll bet they'd live life a lot differently" -- Calvin and Hobbs
“Any situation in which some men prevent others from engaging in the process of inquiry is one of violence;… to alienate humans from their own decision making is to change them into objects.” ― Paulo Freire
Goat Yoga.
Baaaaaaa. In a lost setting through the small rustic towns of New Mexico, if you drive high enough, and keep on going through patches of shiny cliffs, and yellow farms just the day before Spring peaks it’s little head, you come to the land of the laughing goats. Local residents drive on up toContinue reading "Goat Yoga."
" The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure isContinue reading
The Tipi
Where we look up at the stars, smoke the pipe, make love and play on the river all day. And a place where everything that should exist, exists. And everything that shouldn't, doesn't. I stumbled upon a tipi on the river where a boy made his home. He offered to take me on a tripContinue reading "The Tipi"
"Wild Rivers are earth’s renegades, defying gravity, dancing to their own tunes, resisting the authority of humans, always chipping away, and eventually always winning." - Uncited. I think what matters more is the person who it resonates with.
Searching for Weavers in Salasaca
5:28 a.m. I am sitting in a car in drizzling rain in the middle of a cornfield waiting for the weavers to wake up in the ghost town of Salasaca, watching youtube videos and listening to ridiculous songs about Matilda. Running on no sleep. How does one get here? It is January 8th, my birthdayContinue reading "Searching for Weavers in Salasaca"
Vous êtes ici dans la maison de la fée : You Are Here in the Home of the Fairy
This is a story about the Fairy of the Mile End and her two Goldilocks. And how destiny returns to it’s place of creation. I will admit, I have a bit of Goldilocks syndrome, where my curiosity sometimes leads me to trespass into the unknown. If the door is wide open, I will most likelyContinue reading "Vous êtes ici dans la maison de la fée : You Are Here in the Home of the Fairy"
I Rode into Havana’s 12th Biennale and This is What I Found…
From The Idea to the Experience: Havana Biennale 2015 Preparing for my trip I read this quote from one of the organizers;“It won’t be a Biennial for collectors or gallerists, but rather to make a connection with the city”. There will be no official opening or specific venue; art will spill out of the galleries,Continue reading "I Rode into Havana’s 12th Biennale and This is What I Found…"
Chocolate Wasabi 