Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
This photo is of a French dog on a random Saturday at a Paris flea market. His (or her?) face brings me to today. Another sweet Saturday was mine to rest, draw, paint, read and meditate. There's this other dog by my feet, Delphi, looking at me with the same forlorn expression- three treats are not too many, n'est-ce pas? I enjoy this slice of peace. The choice to *not* rush off to a film or busy myself with friends and activity is actually quite luxurious. My mind seems to have settled after hours of much needed creating.
Monday, October 22, 2007
So, the above is not a photo of Gallery but the feeling is the same. I have just enjoyed a toasty everything bagel and am waiting for my Finnish, soon to be Spanish, student's arrival. It is good to be home knowing full-well, that I may only have a few months here.
The theme of my stay is indeed that of a sojourner. I enjoy the novelty of a woman singing, a guy next to me knitting, a man, walking his cat in a stroller greets a woman "walking" her dog in an even larger stroller. This is my odd-beautiful-eccentric home, Savannah.
I just received news that I have been accepted to the language program in Rome. There is a date and it is set and I need to live accordingly, never squandering the joy of friends and family near, soon to be far. An essay and Italian words call. Ci vediamo molto presto.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
So open the dam, let the words flow. I am back in Savannah, my quiet city-nest of inspiration where the people I love live. Off shortly to my good friend Kaori's art opening at Gallery Espresso. Last night, at a party for my return, I was encouraged by my good artist friends. When casting my doubts about creating art in the midst of such a fecund creative community, they opened their arms to whatever I might try. It's kind of like being at the pool and watching all of the other kids swim and feeling like you're faking it by wading in the 3ft section. I guess it's time to just jump in. I'll start by kicking and holding my nose.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
This is not my bike. Everywhere in Paris there are velos and I am walking. I love this photo of three dimensions retsing on two. I am no longer living in the 13eme arrondisement, but in Dallas. Everyday since I have been back, I have ridden my baby blue old-school bike. "The chicks love it." I ride in the rain, in the dark darkness of predawn. I want everyone to be on their bikes and scooters, wearing suits and watching as the breeze of their buzzing past the other more tame pedestrians whips their hair, their ties and ripples their crisp business suits.
I am on a bike, I am in transition. Tonight there is a soiree at my place- a ba-bye, au revoir party. I am in transition. I am leaving for Savannah but my bike is staying here, a soon-to-be gift for my friend and coworker at the cafe, who will put it to good use. It's not the pink one with skulls that she hoped to get for her birthday, but she adores the blue one and will "wear it well."
My frog-belly green trek awaits my return in Savannah. What wheels are waiting for me in Rome?