New drawings and experiments on a November night.
I received my green card today : on it my likeness and the words ‘permanent resident’..still it does not seem real.
A small piece of plastic that changes my life forever.
The price: a human heart.
Quiet celebrations (for now), a new muse, and new ways to do art, to keep showing up to the work, the words…to do it all or just one layer…but to keep trying again tomorrow.
Downcast Eyes: The Denigration of Vision in Twentieth Century French Thought by Martin Jay
The Eyes of the Skin: Architecture and the Senses by Juhani Pallasmaa