Wednesday, December 15, 2010

this Two by Four Island

This town is weighted with history - curiously mixed with micro/macro cosmic tincture of politics, wealth, poverty and art; souls desperate for inspiration who've traveled here wearily to resurrect themselves. Some become masters, some sink into the drinky brine. 
Anchors aweigh my friend.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Friday, December 10, 2010

A Young Boy's Tears

A little boy walked quickly by, headed down Catherine Street, crying, nearly howling, eyes narrowed, clutching tears -
I noticed he was walking on his toes. Spying more carefully, I noticed he had no shoes on, just demi-socks.
Had someone stolen his shoes?
And now he had to face his parents.
Ah, the tears.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Out of the Coma


I was eight years old and about to try my first back flip. I'd only just become acquainted with the board the year before, when my instructor at Sandersted Pool picked me up like a valise, carried me to the end of the board and threw me off [the train]. He knew instinctively it was just what I needed. He never had to carry me again.

So I was on the board. I'd already mastered my version of the perfect dive, front and back, and the backflip was the next step in facing my fears.
I stepped up onto the cantilevered platform, narrow and more buoyant in the air as I neared the end. What I thought was the end. When I turned myself around in my best professional diver's manner and settled my toes into board, I didn't know I was a third of a meter (yes, metrics, this was diving, after all) from the end of the board. Knees down, find your power, prepare to hurtle up and backwards, like a professional! 

All of a sudden I came crashing down on the end of the board. Down on my head, body bounces off onto the edge of the pool, rolls into water.

Hmm -- how come I've never brought that up in therapy? [Because I hadn't yet remembered the event] And the world opens up just a little bit more.

The Lifeguard pulled me out of the pool in a swift motion. [I'd been rescued from the drink before, so I was easy, limp, no fighting the saviour] A towel went around me. I was a squirt in those days. Hidden, entombed, shivering and anxiously awaiting the okay to go back in the pool. [I promise I don't have a concussion] No Go, he said. [Please, please, let me! I softly whined.]

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Cocco and Salem Imagine Art Gallery ~ 1111 Duval Street ~ Key West ~

Anniversary Celebration, November 28, 2010

Hanging at Cocco and Salem Imagine Art Gallery, 1111 Duval Street, Key West

My five images, left of Dan Cocco's Flotsam and Jetsam.
I enjoyed hanging next to Dan's work. 
Colors vibed nicely.  

The opening was on Sunday, November 28 - the turnout was fantastic, packed with people I don't know or haven't been introduced to yet. 

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Friday, October 8, 2010

(Aristolochia littoralis ) (Aristoclea) (Aristocleia)- Floral Textile

Aristolochia littoralis 

Aristoclea (also Aristocleia), (flourished 6th century B.C.) was a Greek priestess at Delphi in Ancient Greece. She was cited by many ancient writers as a tutor of the philosopher and mathematician Pythagoras (ca.580 B.C - 500 B.C.).
Porphyry of Tyre (233 - 306) wrote:
" 41. Such things taught he, though advising above all things to speak the truth, for this alone deifies men. For as he had learned from the Magi, who call God Oremasdes, God's body is light, and his soul is truth. He taught much else, which he claimed to have learned from Aristoclea at Delphi."
--Subject of photographs, also known as Dutchman's Pipe, thanks to Dr. Monica's Garden, where I had the pleasure to live and grow.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Wednesday, October 6, 2010