Lightning: it is wise not to make a target of yourself. Enlightenment: what you feel as you walk away, unharmed, if you successfully apply this to any dangerous situation. My Manifesto, then, as informed by the following list of encounters, ideas and experiences, as far as I can name them in the moment: J.F. Martel, … More Hamilton Residency 10: Manifesto.
Manifesto woman does not know what to do next. Baffling. Maddening. Humbling. Ego-flattening. Intensely educational. I’ve made at least twenty clear plans for these pieces in the past three months of this residency, and the only one that has lasted the duration is Surrender. I’m thinking this is at the root of what’s happening here. The … More Hamilton Residency 9: Manifesto 2
My new middle name is Curiosity. Like a little kid, mouth open: wow. huh? how come? really? Wow, really. Who? Strangely, it feels like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, living my brand new daily life in an arts hub in the old rather broken, semi-forgotten industrial sector of this big city where my … More Hamilton Residency 3
I find myself looking back through eight years. This is a lot like my recent experience of standing inside Yayoi Kusama’s infinity mirrors. There is no floor, no boundary, no anchor point, nothing concrete, just a feeling of wonder, rising into awe. As I scan and assess these eight years passed through the lens of now, … More Listening Blanket.
There’s no other way to heal, I think. I’ve read this many times. It is lodged in my blood now, where it often sings me awake at night, sometimes until dawn. It is in my belly too, still mostly undigestible. The difficulty lies in the difference between what my heart reads and what my head … More internal inquiry into a considered response
This spring term has been spine-cracking difficult, not just because of the workload but because of what it’s transforming in me – a requirement of fulfilling what has been assigned: Read the following ten books by next week; comment and engage in discussion online re same; define a research question and complete a lit review … More Research methods
Cold toes, bruised ribs from this wiry pull-out mattress, the roar and scrape of post-christmas industrial traffic three floors down. I keep my eyes closed and read last night’s snowfall from the speed of the passing plough: maybe two inches. A truck beeps itself backwards into the garage, shovels scrape pathways to retail: Not a snowday then; … More old becomes new