Giving a Voice to Space

Giving a Voice to Space

 The Event of a Thread – Day 5 as artists, and as human beings, what kind of space do we create? “It’s an empty city block…And wanting to make the place that everyone can be in and join the work in some way. And thinking about: What are those experiences...
The Event of a Thread

The Event of a Thread

the event of a thread created by Ann Hamilton for the Park Avenue Armory this November i was invited by Anne Bogart to participate as a reader in Ann Hamilton’s installation event at the Park Avenue Armory. as both a great honor and delight, i am reading to pigeons...
Creating Edges

Creating Edges

:: in transit :: and transitioning from one thing to the next. today is my first official day of many things: official meeting for the Dalí Project with my Cosmic Twin. possibly meeting Dalí himself official meeting with my Japanese teacher (well, one of them anyway)....

Changing Our Selves, Not Otters

coming back to New York is difficult. i have been here a day and a half and already, i am overwhelmed with meetings, work, emails, rehearsals, and more. it comes down to this obsession with time. how can i find enough time in the day to do all these things and do...

Running From Our Selves

:: On Escapism :: it is one thing to go to another place because it is calling to you. it is another to go to a place because you don’t want to be in the one that you are currently in. i know because i have tried to do it. i tried to go to Berlin. i tried to...

Words About Where We Are And What We Know

i am feeling very quiet today. i don’t have much to say, so i am going to let someone else do the speaking for me: “Home.” Leo worked at a small sliver of wood on the old trunk. “The Island’s always been home to me. How did you like living in New York?” “I loved it...

The Many Homes I Call Home

::: On the Way Home ::: the New Jersey Parkway is so green that i almost feel like i am on my way to some warped version of Bali. maybe i am, in a way, if i am traveling to another place that feels like home… i used to have this weird conflict of language usage that...