Friday, October 14, 2005


I sometimes felt that I didn't have enough to write about because my life was missing an element of poetic wistfulness. I didn't want to revisit my past yet the present seemed so...bland.

Now that a somberness has set in, I realize that what was really missing in my life was celebration. I forgot to look around.

Lately my nights have been filled with dreams of fireworks.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

The Katrina Artists Trust Fund

is set up to help artists affected by the recent disaster. It is organized by the Contemporary Arts Museum Houston. Go here if you'd like to donate.

Thursday, October 6, 2005

Agnes Martin

There are certain artists that I visit via books, the web, and magazines. One of them are Agnes Martin. Her work is simplistic and pure. She was categorized as a minimalist yet she didn't want to pegged as such. She was deeply poetic, in touch with nature, and considered art to be a spiritual quest. Martin lived a life of solitude and owned neither a television nor stereo. She gave up all of her possessions in the later part of her life to drive cross country and start a new existence in New Mexico. She died in December 2004 at the age of 92. Agnes is someone that I would have liked to have met.

Here is a quote that describes her work:

"My paintings are not about what is seen. They are about what is known forever in the mind."

Tuesday, October 4, 2005

San Francisco to LA to Chicago and Back

It was all a whirlwind of experiences. Full of dancing, hugging, and special moments with special people. I couldn't see or do as much as I wanted to and I missed out on some people in the process. I had a hard time trying to keep it all together especially since I was tired most of the time. I've done a lot of sleeping since I've been back.


Love Parade.

Wine tasting in Sonoma with with one of my bestest friends.

Running into the very cold ocean just so that I can take the perfect photograph. Then after the photos were taken, I stripped down to my bathing suit and dived under a wave. Brrr!

Seeing Bruce Nauman's One Hundred Fish Fountain at the Donald Young Gallery. The fish are all cast from actual lake fish.

Drinking orange flavored coffee in a cafe called Orange.

Having wine flights and cheese with S at Bin 36.

S and I walking around town with matching hats.

Meeting R in the most unlikely of places and exploring Old Town Chicago together. We had a wonderful time. Then poor R had to take care of me when I twisted my ankle.

Going to Second City without actually planning it and catching a special guest appearance of James Belushi at the free after-show improv.

Tossing a Frisbee with R in sunny Wicker Park. There were beautiful plants and bushes and there wasn't enough time.

I'm glad to be home but I miss my kindred spirits.
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