For The Birds

For The Birds

the event of a thread — Day 4 today marked my first Saturday shift at the event of a thread. welcome to wild weekends at the Armory! up until this point, i have been so appreciative of the way that people have interacted with this exhibit. i was stunned by the...
Testing the Threads of Time

Testing the Threads of Time

the event of a thread – Day 3 pre-shift: i am running not quite as early as i want again today. but at least i did a pretty thorough vocal warm-up beforehand. maybe it is something about the Robot Immigrants coming to the Armory today and meeting with them...
Creatures of the Night

Creatures of the Night

Event of a Thread — Day 2 working a shift at night is a totally different feeling. you would think that i would be used to it, having worked in bars and clubs for so many years that i can’t even count the number on both hands. but even after all this time, it is still...
Connecting to a Sense of Timelessness

Connecting to a Sense of Timelessness

The Event of a Thread – Day 1 Timelessness. Universality. Interconnectedness. Joyfulness. Simplicity. today was my very first shift at the Armory. amidst the chaos of my final week of the Fall semester in grad school, the holiday hubbub, subway delays, and too...
A TED Talk Come True

A TED Talk Come True

:: Manifesting My Passions :: on November 21st, i had a rehearsal in my apartment with Sameer Parekh of Falkor Systems and his flying robot, Ary. while getting reading for them to arrive, i found this: three years ago i put this post-it note on my desk. on that day, i...
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...
Space Exploration

Space Exploration

: Sophie’s information integration system : there is a lot to process. the place that i am in includes both the physical landscape and my own body. a lot of things are different than i am used to. Koumaria is: warm and dry. the ground is hard and it is hard to release...
All in the Beginning.

All in the Beginning.

here i am again. at a new beginning. beginning again. i am back in a familiar place. i am back at grad school. there is a comfort and a joy being back with my PIMA class. some of the characters have changed—we lost Jules to CalArts and we gained new faculty. John,...
A Private Room in the Wide Open

A Private Room in the Wide Open

:: walking down Marlborough Road in Ditmas Park makes me remember some of my dreams growing up :: when i was little i always wanted a room with a cushioned bench by the window, so that i could sit there and look out and dream. safe and cozy, and still connected to the...
A Ring of Co-Existence

A Ring of Co-Existence

:: it’s been a long time! :: fitting, somehow, that my last blog post was a repost. i remember actually writing one sometime after and we shall see if i can ever time travel back and squeeze it in. but maybe it’s happily lost and i don’t need to… needs. i have been...