Sometimes I feel like a sponge.Read More Only So Much A Soul Can Bear?
Between 2002 and 2005, I mimed a lot. Not on stage. Not for compensation. It started as a way to make my friend Amy’s college photography assignments more interesting. (The above pictures are not hers, they are a Warhol inspired collage I made of a picture she took of me). Although she took pictures of […]Read More Mimes, Koans, Feet, and Dolls
There’s a word for the sound of wind blowing through the trees, which incidentally happens to be one of my pet sounds: “psithurism.” (That’s the word.) I can’t however, attain any psithurism presently because I’m in the house. I hope to be outside later, even if it’s just to eat at my picnic table…That said, […]Read More Despair and quoting from my favorite book of meditations
Nothing’s perfect, nothing’s finished, nothing is forever. Feeling quite chan right now. So often conversations falter. We cannot find the word that translates what we want to say. There are languages that have words for these moments. Chan is an example. It’s Mandarin Chinese and it is untranslatable to English. It means having a […]Read More A Wabi-Sabi Approach To Life, OR Appreciating Moss Covered Pocketbooks In The Woods