Where I meditate

What I walk in

Where I sleep

The Past

...in Hawaii I made white things, too...these were rain bowls that slowly melted and broke down as they got wet.  I prefer to make things that are not permanent in any because I am not permanent in any way whatsoever!

Aria and I after the milk bath!  HA!!  Kiitos!  Wheres the sauna/avanto?

I have been thinking of Finland quite a bit lately.  This is an image of a piece I did there in 2005, the milk bath in Aarne's massive tub sculpture.  It was very cold and the photograph does not include Jetti the reindeer who was also part of the piece (he is in other images).  I must admit to loving the monochrome of winter, visually.  Those of you who know me know how I love white and neutrals.  Perhaps I am percolating on a new piece, taking in some previous places and projects and re-evaluating them.  Something is afoot...I feel that Pippilotti Rist really poked me at MoMA last weekend in New York in a similar way that Janine Antoni really poked me at IMMA in Dublin in 1995...

Thanks gsb! Here I am, 10 years ago before the nightmare...which brought me to where I am now.  Such is the dream of life, I guess- the horrible and wonderful all becoming undifferentiated. 

Winter in the American Midwest

SNOW, alot of it.  Here is my neighborhood, out one of my windows.  Its called Clintonville and its about 2 miles from OSU and the Wex.

There is no ocean

I spoke on the phone to a woman from Beverly Hills yesterday at work.  She was very concerned about what her teen kids would do without the ocean when she relocated to Columbus from LA.  I told her they would have an opportunity to build character.  There is no ocean in Columbus, Ohio. I have never lived in a place where I needed to say the state name after the city name.  I need to do that now.  There was a song back in the 90's by some vocalist I cannot recall called "Where is the Ocean?"  My soul and body and psyche ask this of me every single day, it seems.  I have been here for almost 6 months now and am still looking for something that is not there like an amputated limb. 

Astoria

I went to the City last weekend and it was so wonderful to connect with dear, old friends.  People who are authentic, real, know me, accept me and I; them.  There was much unconditional affection and acceptance shared which felt so nourishing to me.  I attended a great Chinese New Year gathering and played lots of ping pong among other things.  Such great conversations, meals, wine, shared thoughts, laughter, tea, experiences.  Aging together is so brilliant!  Love is such a powerful thing.