2-5 The Gift of Art

I’ve been quiet about a lot of things recently.  It’s been a rather bonkers few months.  But here is something that has been on my mind. Jason gave me the gift of art.  He didn’t know it.  Or he didn’t fully understand what he was doing, but this is what it comes down to.  Jason…

1-9 Poetry

I quoted the first few lines of this poem a few weeks ago. I’ve posted it below in its entirety. After a bit of digging, it is attributed to either a 12th Century Jewish Poet named Yehuda HaLevi, or a mid-1900s poet named Chaim Stern. The HaLevi attribution is definitely more common and has the…

8-30 Grief: A Metaphor

Our minds have a landscape.  Each person builds their own landscape over the course of their lifetime.  Over here is where the filing cabinet with phone numbers and your Social Security Number is.  And this is the path you take every morning when you get up and put clothes on.  And this is the cul…

4-2 Circus, bodies, and dysmorphia

If you look up “acro” or “acroyoga” on google image search.  The first few pages are full of images like this. People who look “fit.” People who are slim, with slight definition in their muscles.  People who’s cellulite-free bodies and slender limbs highlight the elegance of the pose they are holding.  They are attractive to our…

1/29 Promise Land and Art

On January 28th Promise Land opened at the Guthrie Theater.  I worked as run crew.  This was another Transatlantic Love Affair show, and followed their usual style and themes.  (No props, no sets, no costume changes.  I promise it is awesome, not weird hipster art.) The show was a take on the Hansel and Gretel…