I return to my parents’ house outside of Boston – Wellesley, Massachusetts, to be precise. On this visit, I flew, faster than my previous drive from San Francisco, but less exciting. Today is pleasantly warm so that the leafless trees here do not look so much like death. The sun …
I want to whittle, wood that is. Some of my most cherished objects are whittled animals from summer camp days. I whittled myself a bear out of a block of wood. I even whittled a fearsome owl who hoots now from a living room perch. Long ago during a summer …
Oof, I should not have stayed up so late last night. Fortunately, even the winter sun sleeps in. I haven’t been social in three weeks so for my first night out last night, I drank all the drinks and smoked all the joints. 40 is not 20, so I feel …
I have not moved the Toyota in three weeks. Over the summer, I drove her ten thousand miles. Now she just sits in the back driveway, dreaming of Canadian roads. After all that moving, I want just to sit too. I haven’t been out to anything social in three weeks. …
There’s no money in art, except for the hundreds and thousands of dollars the artist spends of his or her own money. This week, I spent over a thousand dollars on LEDs and more on computers and power supplies. Sadly, I don’t expect compensation for materials and the outlay draws …
I venture home next week to celebrate Thanksgiving with my parents and brothers. Recently, there has been little room in the inn. The family house has a bedroom for each son, but one son got married and had two children. Where to put everyone for family holidays? My parents never …
It rains – standard for my life in the Netherlands but revelatory in California. Last year San Francisco never received its winter rains, prolonging the drought and crushing faltering ski resorts. A local sporting goods store offered 20% off all goods until the first rain of the season. The winter …
If my light-up sculptures could speak, what would they say? If my light-up costumes could sing, which songs would they sing? This week in class, we study the Pure Data graphical programming language to manipulate sounds. The program transforms input numbers and waveforms into layers of noise. Although Pure Data …
Ug, I slept ten hours last night. I’m planning January through March for wild abandonment. After so much sorting, organizing, and cleaning, I want to let go of structure and simply play. Stay out all night, or stay in all night. See what’s around the next corner and on top …
The spell has lifted. I’m jumpy again, careening off the walls like a manic-depressive. I peruse old letters at random for snapshots of forgotten lives. Based on the hundreds of mail I saved, I can tell that I so valued communication in my twenties and thirties. I did not want …