Monthly Archives: August 2010

Rebus by Jane Hirshfield

Rebus by Jane Hirshfield You work with what you are given, the red clay of grief, the black clay of stubbornness going on after. Clay that tastes of care or carelessness, clay that smells of the bottoms of rivers or … Continue reading

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Necklaces, Part I

I wear specific necklaces everyday. They are my uniform. I have worn one of them for close to 30 years. Occasionally a new necklace or embellishment will appear as they are given as important gifts from friends. The piece I … Continue reading

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Liu Bolin

Liu Bolin is a Chinese performance artist presently represented by the Eli Klein Gallery in New York. His work, in part inspired by the closing of the artists village in north Beijing in 2005 to make room for building for … Continue reading

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I have an obsession. So does my husband. We collect things. As artists, objects are very important to us. They inspire us, push us beyond our creative boundaries, hold magic for us. Every journey we make, even the most mundane, … Continue reading

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There is no such thing as a false dawn

All summer my husband has been urging me to come to the lake with him to watch the sun rise. Since summer vacation for a teacher has a lot to do with sleeping late (like 7:30am), it was not at … Continue reading

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Morrocan Tomato Soup or Why I love Summer

Ah, the tomatoes are in. We can barely keep up. We give them to neighbors, family, even strangers who happen to be passing by. Even the rabbits can’t get to all of them. My main issue with the squirrels and … Continue reading

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The Glass Castle

This is a tough memoir. Jeannette Walls recounts her poverty-stricken childhood, always on the move with her intelligent but alcoholic father, narcissistic manic-depressive mother (who fancied herself an artist), and three other siblings. They are always doing the “skedaddle” when … Continue reading

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