This work consists of a headpiece, collar and ring. The set is called Beelzebabe. I started it several months ago, but I wore the prototypes out dancing a few times and, expectedly, everything needed to be Read More
This is a chronicle of Consumption. I’m not talking about tuberculosis, but I might as well be. Rather I’m writing about Consumption by Inspiration. The Romantics considered Consumption (the TB kind) a fashionable disease of passion, an inward creative burning and metaphoric devouring of the life force. But the manic fever of creativity is not so glamorous to me. The more details and moving parts a project has, the easier it becomes to experience imagination as an infection, transported by microbes, changing its host. If not properly contained, this type of Consumption can compromise Read More
After backpacking through India, Thailand and Myanmar my travel partner and I have arrived, wiping our tired feet on the welcome mat of temple burnout. We stand in a queue, waiting for a visa at Cambodia’s busiest airport. It’s approaching ten at night. From here we have just a few more Read More
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Continued from Buddha & the Scooter II
… days later my mother reached out to clarify. “It was the potential of the slow hover, and the silence, magically suspended above the earth that I mourned afterwards. A missed opportunity for a new and wonderful memory, lost.”
In her work, storyteller and social researcher Brené Brown explores the emotions I grappled with that morning in Myanmar – vulnerability, shame, disappointment, and so forth. She also presents the concept of the delta, this confluence of experience and sensitivity, where we actively work through difficulties to arrive at Read More
This post is the second in a three part series. Start at the beginning here.
Continued from Buddha & the Scooter
… it was a deeply personal message, tied to a very specific memory of my mother. I took it as a sign that she would be okay. Here in the land of Buddha, I decided I might channel some inner compassion and rise above the uncomfortable emotions I was feeling that morning. They could all float away. A special experience was on the horizon.
I don’t think my mother would have enjoyed exploring those temples in Bagan. She’s not adventurous in that outdoorsy way. However my parents did have a hot air balloon when I was younger. They shared it with my uncle and some other folks in town and I have this specific memory of them preparing toRead More
Dust had woken up early to greet us; dawn was still hours away as we rolled further into Myanmar. The late January air was brash and I was traveling with a man I’d been in a long and challenging relationship with. He and I were several weeks into a long trip through South and Southeast Asia. We had crossed into the country by air via the city of Mandalay, eventually heading east through the darkness Read More
Your path is illuminated by the light yet darkness lets the stars shine bright. In preparing for the ever-looming Apocalypse, I’ve remade two 12 inch lanterns Read More
I last left you in Austin, TX, following The Great Western Sensory Overload (Seattle to Texas). By the morning of New Year’s Eve, 12/31, we are on a plane making our way back toRead More
We rejoin the quest for pure American sensory overload on 12/25, en route to Texas from Seattle. If you’ll recall, just hours before we returned fromRead More
Andre and I traveled to many places over the 2012 Holidaze – a needed distraction after a long year of hard work. In consideration of end of the baktun (or Myan calendar cycle), we decided to spend the end of the world togetherRead More