Inbreath, and Out

Installation views With curator Kate Fleming Friday night was the artist reception for my show at 38 Cameron Gallery in Cambridge. It was a wonderful night for me, full of feelings of gratitude, camaraderie, completion. So many elements came together to make this night memorable–Kate Fleming’s exceptional curating, the dedicated staff at 38, the lively […]

Not Tonight

A Dreaming Week Not tonight, I’m dreaming in the heart of the honeyed dark in a boat of a bed in the attic room in a house on the edge of the park where the wind in the big old trees creaks like an ark. Not tomorrow, I’m dreaming till dusk turns into dawn – […]

The Thinking Gaze

The Frieze Fair, the UK’s biggest art fair, is currently open in London. A lot of the coverage of this high profile event has focused on how the global financial crisis will impact high roller art sales. That’s not the channel I’m watching, but a recent article in the Guardian by Sarah Thorton had something […]

The Long Arc

The ever clever and often contrarian Malcolm Gladwell has a piece in this week’s New Yorker that brings a refreshing perspective to the old saw about artistic genius residing primarily in the young. As I’ve gotten older I’ve paid increasingly more attention to the creative breakthroughs that happen after 50. And it may surprise you […]

Onion Love

Valentine Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. It promises light like the careful undressing of love. Here. It will blind you with tears like a lover. It will make your reflection a wobbling photo of grief. I am trying to […]

Tara Donovan

I’ve been a big fan of Tara Donovan for several years, and I am very excited to see her new show at the ICA in Boston this week. I bought the catalog for the show in anticipation, and it is excellent–authored by Nicholas Baume, Jen Mergel and Lawrence Weschler (LW is a particular personal favorite.) […]

Birds Circling

Clouds Gathering It seemed the kind of life we wanted. Wild strawberries and cream in the morning. Sunlight in every room. The two of us walking by the sea naked. Some evenings, however, we found ourselves Unsure of what comes next. Like tragic actors in a theater on fire, With birds circling over our heads, […]

Being Danced

I Wish I Could Speak Like Music I wish I could speak like music. I wish I could put the swaying splendor Of the fields into words So that you could hold Truth Against your body And dance. I am trying the best I can With this crude brush, the tongue, To cover you with […]