I’ve been thinking about how we measure distance: we’re leaving this morning on a family road trip — back to the state where I was born — in the heart of the Midwest. It’s a distance far enough to require 12 hours on the road. 12 hours back to the state of childhood.
So, I’ve been wondering: how do we measure the distances between talk, love and transformation?
Pictured above is Stories for (ab)Normal Times: 2.2017, a collage journal drawing account of February 2017, the second in a new (4 year?) series-in-progress. Graphite, colored pencil, found image on museum board, 5.625” x 5.625”.
And, a dream recalled two year ago today (as recorded in 59 Dreams: A Nocturnal Year):
Dream #15 (3.25.2015): Broccoli Brooches
& The Fitness Rally
Looking at graduate student work,
I’m drawn to a series of brooches —
they appear to be delicately crafted
heads of broccoli and purple cabbage, mounted
on white cards.
The artist hands them to me for a closer look —
they are exquisite.
Later, at a fitness rally
we’re packed into bleachers with an unruly crowd.
People elbow their way to their feet and yell out
to what’s being said at the podium.
We line up on the field
and hold our fitness numbers in front of our chests.
We’re working hard to get everyone up to their number.