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:: Saturday, September 28, 2002 :: mercury is in retrograde .... i can use that to explain the flat tire & the burnt out light bulb & the broken coffee cup & the damaged art & the dead phones (2 x this week) & the really really really bad communications ... but what exactly do i use the other weeks of the year? i mean so this shows up each quarter & then what ... & for those who don't believe in the architecture of the stars ... what the hell do i tell them? surely i cannot confess that i just make chaos of my life ... for amusement ... for what would i do this ... to play victim ... to avoid responsibility? gawd ... isn't the mercury story more pleasant? lets go for the pleasant story this week ...:: Tuesday, September 17, 2002 :: how very simple it is to get lost ... in a thought ... in a visual ... in sounds ... in someone ... perhaps we are just lost now ... so if we are lost then we can be lost however we choose, right? i mean being lost selectively makes it all our choice ... a known choice ... a lost that we can take responsibility for ... we can select the who/what/where/when/how and live it ... being present in being lost is the trick i suspect ... it's my party ...:: Friday, September 13, 2002 :: & then there are days when it just feels light ...:: Thursday, September 12, 2002 :: at the risk of being irreverent ... i am really not sure where form leaves off & function takes over ... or visa versa. i suspect though that i am constantly confusing the two ... i wonder if it makes me visually challenged or analytically challenged ... i am sure that it rained all day & the US was either in mourning or celebration or both & that a year ago the idea for Women Artists Rising (WAR) was born as i sat in front of a TV looking at an environment that seemed vastly unreal & ugly & void of anything positive & creative & female and i watched, for days on end, how hate & ego & ignorance destroys possibilites ... in my search for a way to transform it i envisioned a world with more female energy, a world with more creative energy ... the feminizing of an environment gone amuck ... creation vs. destruction ... a very simple concept delivered by women, the human creators ... i stood at that wall several months ago ... the wall surrounding that hole in the landscape i once walked in NYC & i read those pieces of mourning & memories ... the pieces of lives, the declarations of love ... how crude hate is ... Women Artists Rising (WAR) it is all i knew to do .. my own personal raging against hate, not an anti-anyone statement but an anti-destruction statement, an anti-hate statement - a need-to-create statement ... a year later & we are now 37 strong locally & it is absolutely about creation & inspiration & connection & healing & self expression & freedom & yes, love & passion and possibilites, infitinte possibilities ... i am clear that we need to keep growing & expanding to every corner of the world ... our work has just begun ... form or function? mourning or celebration? both form & function needs to be in place to celebrate ... and every woman i spoke with today was reflective, through form & function, on celebrating a world without hate, a deeper meaning they developed in the last year ... a new creative energy ... it is who we are, it is about creation ... and at the risk of being irreverent today i celebrate life ...:: Sunday, September 08, 2002 :: and now the sharing begins ...:: Saturday, September 07, 2002 :: and now the wondering begins .... what do i share ... what don't i share? who are you? will you care what i share? i want freedom here! freedom & self expression ... no limits ... no boundaries ... i want to create ... how much integrity can i have in the face of the fear i learned so young ... the fear that i won't be liked ... the fear of not looking good ... will you know that you are like me? full of human stuph ... or will you think yourself so unique? will i care? i suspect i won't once i get past the first few entires ... going in and out of isolation & community as i notice you are there & then forget & then get reminded again ... just as life, just as art, just human, just perfect as it is ...:: Friday, September 06, 2002 :: SO ... it is public .... welcome to my world ... or at least whatever part of it i decide to share with you!
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