breezy and contemplative friday going from place to place picking up materials, books, good bread and some bee pollen as the sun bares all. my day off feels like a moment to moment fascination with all that happens in a day. my room is covered in colored paper having snipped, sliced, and diced crepe paper to make flowers for saturdays music event at trilogy with special guest FAX from Mexico. inspired by nature, i scramble about letting materials pass through my hands and building my webs, instinctual production of intake and output. green straw, dust, piercing patterns of reality, automatic, intentional, so calm every moment embibed with emotional and energetic exchange. even down to the delicious sicilian olives and red wax gouda cheese. the tactile music in my head and in my REM sleep, train rails, clip clops, raindrops, spiderwebs, surface tension.
