Exchange (recapitulation*)

I’m so excited about the Postcard Collective winter exchange. So much good work. Thank you, faraway friends! I’m so pleased to participate! I really loved the postcards by Chris Toalson (it HAS been difficult), James Luckett, Sunday Ballew, and Amelia Morris.

Today I had a grad school interview on Skype. I think it went well, but it was also strange because the conventional interview tips don’t really apply in the same way. There’s no opportunity for a firm handshake or eye contact. Also I initially was wearing furry house slippers, but I felt compelled to put on real shoes because it was an interview, an important interview, and one should not wear furry house slippers to an interview. But of course he never saw my feet. I guess theoretically I could have gone without pants.

Technology is making life more convenient and more strange. (I did wear pants in the aforementioned interview.)

Things are really in flux at the moment in a sweet volatile blend of excitement and anxiety. I’m thankful for the grounding elements of my jobs and wonderful friends and yoga practice and art practice.


*Recapitulation as in a sonata, just to be clear.

Exchange (recapitulation*)

One may not be aware there is a gate


“Before one goes through the gate / one may not be aware there is a gate”


“One may think there is a gate to go through / and look a long time for it / without finding it

One may find it and / it may not open”


“If it opens one may be through it

As one goes through it / one sees that the gate one went through was the self that went through it”


“no one went through a gate / there was no gate to go through

no one ever found a gate / no one ever realized there was never a gate”


“(Text by R.D. Laing)”




(I finished another little leporello today in the Knots series.  Letterpress, typewriter, photographs, thread.)

One may not be aware there is a gate

Welcome to an ambiguous place

“Welcome to an ambiguous place.”


“You are still here.” / “You are still here.”


“You are still here.” / “You are still here.”


“Here is a person.” / “You are still here.”


Lately I’ve been feeling… confused.  So I made a book about it.

I was thinking about photo albums, the practice of mindfulness and presence, and (naturally) R.D. Laing.

Welcome to an ambiguous place