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LAST 10 MINUTES

Monthly Archives: March 2012

Running Up That Hill

Left my studio to meet Stephie at the train station. It was so beautiful. 70 degrees in March. New York was drunk on the sun. Skin was starting to show. So nice going to the train station at rush hour and not having to board a train.

“Running Up That Hill”

There was a woman behind me. She screamed out, “WHERE IS MY SOUL? OH MY GOD!” Then after a minute I heard her collect herself and say calmly, “Oh, there it is. In my pocket.”

Went to an opening last night at the Guggenheim Museum. My classmate from RISD – Francesca Woodman. Everyone was dressed up, although few were there from our class.  There were  Francesca anecdotes being passed around.  Francesca stories – all told in the past tense.  There was talk about the art world.  There were whispers about cashing in on  Francesca’s work if we would sell the precious few prints tucked away in the box at home. There was talk about almost anything except the incredible sadness at the core of it all. The person I really wanted to see, wanted to be with, wanted to connect with was not there.  Francesca was trapped in time on the walls in perfectly matted frames. She would be so thrilled of course, to see the work having taken on a life of it’s own on those big famous museum walls.  Yet as much as Francesca was about the work, she was a person trying to survive, too. She was hungry and needed to eat. She was dirty and needed to shower. She was lonely and needed to loved. She was there, she created all these amazing images, and then she was gone.

For some of us….she was our friend and the work doesn’t replace the friend we miss.

“Let me steal this moment from you now”

03.15.12 Posted in Photos, Something I Saw

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Are we missing anybody?

Jackson and I were driving to Montclair this morning.  Jackson had his agenda – apple cider doughnuts from the apple stand, sausage samples on toothpicks (a kid’s gotta eat), and soccer with his dad whose flight was cancelled last night and got up in Columbus, Ohio at 4:30 to fly home for this Saturday morning adventure.

We are listening to a recording of Bruce Springsteen from the night before at the Apollo Theater in Harlem.  “My City of Ruins” comes on – one of my favorite modern gospel songs.  Heard it in Asbury Park the first time Bruce ever sang it, when that town was falling apart.  Heard it at the first Jazz Fest in New Orleans after Katrina.   Heard it after 9.11.   Now, hearing it again on this sunny, cold Saturday morning driving to Montclair.  Towards the end, Bruce yells out, “Roll Call!” – and introduces the band.  This is the first E-Street band show since his sax player of 40 plus years, Clarence Clemons died early last summer.   When Bruce gets to Clemon’s usual spot to be introduced – Bruce yells out, “Are we missing anybody?”  He repeats that line over and over enough to bring tears, and draw the audience into a frenzy.  He then resolves his question so elegantly, “If you are here, and we are here, then THEY are here.”  He repeats that, too – opening the door wide open to the future.

I tell Jackson, “We miss Clarence.”   Jackson asks where he is.  We have been talking alittle more about death.  It comes up.  Sometimes I bring up how much we miss my Dad and Stephie’s Dad.    Sometimes Jackson wants to know where someone is.  Jackson asks, “Is Clarence going to come back and play?”  Just drop the needle and play.

I always feel alittle embarrassed talking about Bruce.  I am not that into the music – although I listen to it once in awhile and go to the shows.  But I am really into the man.  Is there any better advice in dealing with losing someone you love than, “If we are here, then they are here.”

Here is the mp3 of City of Ruins – “Are We Missing Anybody” comes at 7:12

My City Of Ruins – Springsteen – Apollo Theater – 3.9.12

The video clip is here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SH8vKjxX1Uw

This post is for our Uncle John in Indiana who is 92 and has his heart talking to him tonight.  It is for Jack Lange and Steve Cook.  For Natalie & Louis Meyers and Myron Markel.  For all the people we miss so much who live inside of us.  That is my Dad up top.  There is a gold watch in my closet that is engraved with my birthdate and the inscription, “Hi Dad.”   My mother gave it to my father on the day I was born.

03.10.12 Posted in Everything Is Connected, Personal Work, Something I Heard

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Normal is really art

A friend said, “You don’t edit your blog!”   But I do.    A part of me wishes that I didn’t – but it all sounds so self serving if I don’t.    Although….in the process of editing I am leaving something out.  I have left it out for years.  It is the part where you take your work out into the world and say, “This is important.”    Doing the work has always been my passion and pleasure.   Considering it important – let alone imagining it as “art” I have always kept at arm’s length.   Yet now, as I finally come to grips with the body of work, as opposed to the daily creations, something very new seems to be emerging.

Two weeks ago I spent several days talking about the experiences that feed the photography at Workman Press.  They made me sit and  explain what had happened in each picture and how they all relate.  Part of me is so uncomfortable doing that – yet – it freed me.

Last week I met with an incredible group from Hall & Partners gathered in Chicago.  It was the first time showing the new videos to a large audience.   Their response – calling out, laughing, crying – all felt like a validation I had never heard before.

Then Pedro called again today from Paris.  I was scribbling madly as he told me what I could never admit to myself until these last weeks:

“I know you see your work as normal, but you need to understand what you think of as normal is really  art.”

So here is a picture from this last Sunday morning.

Tomorrow Stephie and I are off to Columbus to direct our first video for Google.

The work still leads to the work….but now…maybe…there is an afterlife.

03.06.12 Posted in Everything Is Connected, Personal Work

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