the work reminds me of the time I saw the devil on stilts backstage at the haunted house.  it was quiet except for the swish of his stride, and the heavy muffled Thunk of the rubber stopper hitting the cement floor, followed smoothly by the whispered clanking of  aluminum poles, Thunk swish, Thunk swish, nearing, the mass of his faux mane and duct-taped cloak absorbing all background noise that belied the depth of the place.

begin the installation in the studio and I’d better get moving because now is the time and these are the people.  jump in now, it tells me.  iterate for September, in the studio, in the alley, in the classroom, this isn’t break time, Graphssandra. 3 shows before the year is over.

I am shown who to work with, where to take the project when it gets too big for my space.

It’s all here, it points out,  keep going forward. back to work, home is about made now.  finish with the outstanding paperwork, make the syllabus, find the mirrors, it’s a specific set of actions, they can be done.