Thursday, July 16, 2009

crossing paths


Walking into town today I passed a guy out trimming a bush. It was shaping up nicely, but I noticed a willy branch hanging down in the front. Its errant ways were messing with his form. "Get this right here," I said, as he was stepping into the street for an overall look. Startled, he replied, "Yep, I was just clearing the view from the driveway first." We smiled. I continued my trek to outer edges of the art fair.

Several hours and miles of crisscrossed blocks later, and after having paid the artist who let me take a pair of earrings last night with only the promise of a check, I was heading home on First. Suddenly, as if the bricks themselves were talking, a voice leaked out from a stoop. "Go by and check out that bush now," he said. 






Tuesday, July 14, 2009

who you looking at?



a short movie from the edge; an exchange without words


diagonal oaks; mendo ticks





navarro.res



shaking out

fleeting images


start to land

navarro nest remains




remind me of Coptic tombs in Seila, Egypt. 
Jim and I drew their plans for days.
Before we measured the twists and curves,
they emptied the rooms of cat bones 
and human hands
varying arrangements of parts and whole.