St. Louis Brick: January 2021

1/30/21

I'll have the usual

I've become so predictable that you beat me to my desk chair every morning.

1/29/21

Dreaming about My Forever President

In the dream I was in a massive hotel with a lot of official people looking over a dark and swelling river.
Some doomsday effect was going down. Perhaps the river had ruptured and exhausted lives.
Maybe the sun was leaking and we were quarantined.
Something inense.
I held a bossy management position. Comprehensive and authoritative decisions were expected of me.
Disaster management.
I was tired. My teeth hurt and were being crushed by other teeth. The party was contrived and rife with white men.
I gazed at the bulging river through distorted hotel glass.
I liked the music being played in the room, upbeat in contrast to the view.
Barak Obama walked into the room. I felt relief. I grinned at him.

The sun appeared all crisp and new.
The mood instantly changed. Someone offered him a drink.

He was relaxed and happy.
People were taking photos of him with their phones.
I asked him to dance and he stared at me.
You're so short, he said. It would be like dancing with a child.
He lifted me onto an ottoman with casters and this is how we danced. My hand on his shoulder as he slid me about the room. I was laughing with delight.
You can fix anything, I told him.
No, he said, I just know how to dance.

1/25/21

What I do in the Winter when I can't be in the Garden

I look up and as the earth turns so does the light display.

Movie Stills from my Narrative

Rainbow at the Junction under Cirrus.
My relentless obsession documenting the number 3 which is the lucky prime in Math Theory.
For my funny Valentine.

#ControltheNarrative

1/24/21

The Rainbow/Prism Gallery

My crystal display in the south facing living room window shoots crystals throughout our house 42 feet back into our bedroom.

Making Things out of other Things

I am challenged by materials. It's my primary motivation.
I can find something in an alley and instantly see it in a finished project.
I don't call this imagination, it's too immediate. It's not even a process. I can see it transported into a beautiful thing.
maybe it's alchemy.
I used to design jewelry and developed a business with three sales reps. My jewelry was in all midwest and southwest galleries and museum gift shops including SLAM, The Walker Museum, and The Art Institute of Chicago.
I stopped designing jewlery when the internet flattened the market and started designing other things: clothing, belts, curtains, hats, etc.
Here's another belt that I made.

We make Things out of other Things

Pat Tassoni creates mind blowing upcycles.
I have one of his Space Needle Lamps and so should you.
https://www.flickr.com/photos/30553120@N04/sets/72157607316260080/

It's His Birthday

Pist turned 50 yesterday. It was a sunny morning for a crisp drive to Beaumont Antire. I was treated to a flawless performance of Chopin's etude in G# minor op.25 no.6.
I was also presented with a freshly cut gate key (hahahaha)
Pist was wearing a long silver ring.
What is that, I had asked.
Armor.
What happened to the rest of it, I asked.
Women.

I could hear my laughter echo through the Valley of Sighs.
It looks like this.