TOGETHER-TO CARRY, TO BEAR / CON-FERENCE
day 1
August 25, 2024
cycle day 3
last quarter moon
70 degrees
mostly sunny
9:28 am
The exhibition at Spring Break NYC Art Fair 2024 with Nickerson Projects begins now (it already began).
day 2
August 26, 2024
cycle day 4
last quarter moon
64 degrees
clear
5:17 am
Yesterday I did no work toward this project and this morning I commit to addressing the root of this. I am hoping this will clarify the path forward.
Yesterday I accepted that my boys aren’t thriving in the way I hope for them. I am doing the best that I know and also I accept that it isn’t good enough. Or rather, it has been good enough but I am being exposed to what I can do better. This is growth and the process must be integrated into this exhibition effort. It isn’t really that I want this to be the case as much as it just is. This is what I care about, am preoccupied by and to make something about anything other would be bad art.
Now what is this poem and how can it best be transcribed?
The supreme good is like water,
which nourishes all things without trying to.
It is content with the low places that people disdain.
Thus it is like the Tao.
In dwelling, live close to the ground.
In thinking, keep to the simple.
In conflict, be fair and generous.
In governing, don’t try to control.
In work, do what you enjoy.
In family life, be completely present.
When you are content to be simply yourself
and don’t compare or compete,
everybody will respect you.
This, and:
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take nothing for the journey—no staff, no bag, no bread, no money, no extra tunic. Whatever house you enter, stay there until you leave that town. If people do not welcome you, shake the dust off your feet when you leave their town, as a testimony against them.
JESUS and FLOWER POWER: an aesthetic revival
Yesterday, walking home from dinner, I saw my neighbor watering his garden. We went to church together many, many moons ago. Bumping into him was bumping into a past environment. The skin around his eyes had fallen, sunk I think, with the heaviness of trying, of saving. He forgot the bit about bringing nothing.
Remember flow and levity, dear one. We are but muscled water and our burden is light.
How shall I build today then? I will keep the agreements and then see from there. I think I will order material and prepare a projection.
And also ask for help, maybe. For potential collaborators. I have the work but it’s dispersed. I have everything I need, it’s just that it’s in other people’s pockets. Anyone want to show in NYC? Edit a video? Send materials? What would it look like to build with relationship? Accumulated gestures of correspondence? But this has leaked toward what and that I cannot know, or don’t want to know. How I will do this day will be about building the world I want my children to inhabit, that I want to inhabit, and know that it begins now. I am sharing the how so that all may learn. May our faith in Deep Unity be bolstered.
[ image of me and a mural I painted by Aimee Rievley, The Sparrows Eye Photography
