Processing Mortality

David Hockney’s work is a manifestation of unconditional love for the universe.  

“Don’t you see?  In my pictures, I take all the trauma out.  That’s my form of resistance.  “ David Hockney 
 

The golden notebook

 6 am

We are both up.  He has started the coffee and is unloading the dishwasher.  Today - I’m finishing the Beauty sleeve.  Because I’m up early, I think I can do 30 minutes of journal transcribing.  I’m doing the summer I turned 40, The Golden Notebook.    

the monstera

There is a lot of demand to perform biographical confessions as a means to authenticity.  Yet these expectations come with moral obligation to provide solution for world problems. Artists aren't given room to think about the world in complex ways outside of their autobiography.  

Artists tell stories about what is happening in the world we inhabit.  The story does not have to be exclusively about us.  We can be witnesses.  

Abbas Akhaven - 2026 Venice Biennale representative from Canada

Sunshine in sky

The curator wrote me an email and asked for a meeting on April 29 at 10 am. I haven’t answered yet, but am very stoked about this 2027 project. 

 

Spring Song

Everything suddenly golden still, the sun a hovering golden bird.  Nothing moves.  Soft clouds wait like floating houses in the sky and the storm beyond the horizon waits.  Planets stopped in their tracks as if forever was now and the grass roots knew it all.  

But they don’t you know and here I am with both hands high under the skirts of the world.  Trying to figure it out. 

Everything rearranged itself from is to was.  The white moon tracks her silver self across the purple night replacing time with a celestial hour glass.  

Al Purdy

Lament

The texture of a life devoted to poetry is activist, in the deep sense.  Quite often it is not activist in the superficial sense.  You come at poetry with the momentum of having failed.  It’s only when other communication is impossible that a poem HAS to exist. 

A response to the catastrophic situation were in.  The suffering has gone beyond what the mind can manage.

Alice Oswald 

Be softer. Be rounder.

Attend to the voice inside me that opens towards curiosity and exploration.

Don't listen to the dark voices that say that I am too old, or an imposter.    (Zak Foster's newsletter)

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