My show opened last weekend. It was glorious and fun and delicious.
So cool to see all the paintings and sculptures I’ve been working on all spring proudly sprouting up on the walls next to Sophie’s haunting impressions of dilapidated industrial spaces. So wonderful to be surrounded by my friends and community.
I’m a lucky girl.
The performances were awesome, passionate and inspiring. My momma read my favorite poem of hers while Maris played the flute and Jean danced. My chi gong/meditation/massage teacher, Svadesh honored me with a participational chant and a reading on the Tonal. Cody and Amy danced a delightful, hilarious routine on love and bologna sandwiches, Alex and Vanessa did a wild yearning butoh piece, Courtnee sang her lovely Last Breath song and Jean finished us up with another gorgeous dance. The food was luscious and abundant(thanks Kim!)-indeed, so abundant that we’ve been eating it happily all week! 
Mmmm… Cherries and chocolate.
Yay for creative friends! Thank you all SO MUCH! I love you.
Oh, and I read my artist poem:
I’m an artist.
Or so i remind myself
when i get those looks.
Wrinkling with incomprehension
as things fall out of my mouth
in less than discernable order.
It’s all grippable though,
I have to believe that, even if
so much fertility is hard to handle.
Winter’s frozen poetry thaws
on my tongue, trickling a thin line,
tart and sweet across the canvas.
Big, strong, veiny hands spreading,
stroking, caught in their
fervent reverie.
The squirming painful surges
every bit as dynamic as
pleasures hottest urges.
Don’t worry my bones into
a semblance of sense,
just look, touch, taste…
Soak it up or leave it
flapping vexatiously in the periphery
of your week’s routine.
Until you’re ready to yield
some part of yourself,
some of that nagging conviction perhaps?
Don’t fret, you can always snatch
it up and put it on again
(if it’s not too tight).
Take my hand for a moment,
Perhaps it will help to know
I’m here too.
Playing in the dark.
There was much art viewing, mingling and sparkling conversation, I sold three paintings(woot!), we cleaned up(hurray for Delayne , king of dishes and humming), goofed off and then, came home and had a wonderful bonfire party! D got the fire blazing whilst I threw together a lamb spaghetti sauce and pasta(I’m told I can’t call it spaghetti iffen it’s not actually spaghetti noodles) dinner and we all toasted our toes, drank sake and port and told silly jokes(really silly-we had to ban poop as a subject-much to Jason’s chagrin).
More show pics here.
