Wednesday, October 30, 2013
A stash of glass apples. A cyclops eye. Four paper dolls ascending to the sky. A bird on a limb by a Florentine artist. A gift from my feathers and fur friend, Beth Beverly. I am writing the talk that I will give at Bank Street Mini Conference on November 9th. I am thinking how lucky I am to have a job like this, which is no precise and single job, really, but a succession of possibilities, of questions asked, of the new next in a conversation that started long ago.
Here I sit, and I am writing sideways.
It's just an idea that I have.