Linda K. Johnson + Matthew Shyka unearthed a memory from the catacombs of my consciousness. Around the age of eight or nine, I was fortunate enough to witness a professional dance performance in an ultra-luxurious Manhattan venue. It should have been quite the dazzling experience for those of us lucky enough to be there. But at that […]
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The Word Hand is a Reminder of Temporality Imagine that a line is drawn everywhere you move and this line follows you, leaving a permanent impression wherever you are. This trail would become a rod between my writing desk and the kitchen—it would circle the couch and spin off to the bathroom with more regularity […]
Now getting deep in to the brush and organic material is clinging to your clothes, sweat is on your brow and the mirage of relief is beginning to appear lucid in your imagination. It is day four at the festival. Initially, you look forward to the weekend of activities, but on Sunday, you realize there […]