I've been using Instagram as a principle practice for several years. Here are some recent posts and we can connect there if you like
Love to @thesilopantry for doing bulk goods at the farmers market. They’re looking for a brick and mortar space in the Bay Area if you have any ideas for them...
Some interesting things to listen to: e-flux podcasts on Spotify, the serpentine marathon and verso podcasts. I particularly like the ones screenshot here. I imagine with the volume of media I share you may have a sense of my interests. Please share archives and media with me that you think I would be interested in.
I went to go fix my car today and I had the best time visiting with people in the waiting room. Sister Mary from Malaysia who Wendy described as family and Chris who’s working on affordable housing for the town I live in. Both Sister Mary and Chris went to Berkeley in the sixties and shared memories. Jalaleddin, named after Rumi, we started talking and soon after got the board from my car to play backgammon- or shesh besh in Turkish. After a few games I realized he was the same Jalal I chased down after hearing him play the kanun at the Asian art museum some years ago. I remember being so moved by the music and asking for his phone so we could keep in touch. Annette, I love this name, who moved here from Holland and started a family with a Palestinian man. She showed me pictures of her beautiful boys and we imagined solutions that we both hope we will see in our lives. I was overwhelmed with the kindness and warmth we all shared. I reminded myself to acknowledge each person with a smile and a greeting. The conversations that resulted were filled with unexpected connections and shared interests. We filled the small room with laughter and poetry
A lifetime of letters complied triangulates or maybe dissolves something like an identity. This came on Pandora after Borges and could be a suitable closing statement for the Gutenberg. . . . Excerpts from The Ghosts of Birds #eliotweinberger
I was at a craft fair in the courtyard of a museum last weekend and a little girl offered me this object. She said if I wished on it two days in a row my wish would come true. I wished yesterday and today to move beyond capitalism into a new way of relating to one another. Relations that brings more fun and less suffering, universal basic income and happiness. This time of year naked ladies start blossoming, I notice other blooms throughout the year but the naked ladies really stand out. Agnes used to say their name with a lisp and it makes me think of her and the feelings of this time of year. Long beach days, basil pesto, lemon cucumbers, slow easy dinners grilling zucchinis, salmon off the boats, butter lettuces and radish gradients. Maybe by feelings I mean smells and tastes. More time with friends, outside music and singing around fires. We start to notice marigolds and how they color the time between now and the día de los muertos, growing in numbers until
We’re doing another Tributaries group show, this time at Cuesta College in San Luis Obispo. We’re going to scan and print a bunch of images that haven’t been seen before from #ilkahartmann -who asked me to say these images are copyrighted and to please get in touch if you would like to reproduce any of them :)
Excerpts from Animots: Postanimality in French Thought, with contributions from #carlafreccero #davidlclark #matthewsenior #yuezhuo #jeanchristophebailly #florenceburgat #georgesbataille #jacquesderrida #donnaharaway and many others 🦉🦊🐢🐘🐩🐋🦑
I did an interview for the Marin library about what I’m reading and it’s on the Marin Library site. The best part was it came with a portrait by @vanwaring
A special feature for the Coliseum or Agnes advancing in the rhizome Ramayana. The special #Yogavasistha feature in a calendar of stones, the ghosts of birds #eliotweinberger A stone also possesses love and its love seeks the ground.
#perceptualloop ➰ @bbk41
I went to see the #susanmeiselas show at Sf moma last week and then had the pleasure of meeting her at the sf art book fair. She was kind and forthright, easy to talk to about her work and the significant issues of the moment. We share a connection to the youth of Prince street and what I understand as other common interests. I’m thankful for her work and these opportunities to engage with it more.
Getting ready to art
Kitka in the chapel of chimes. The garden of memory. The lived experience with its ubiquitous sufferings and staggering asymmetries of power are sufficiently grotesque without needing further enunciation. What feels more urgent are earnest gestures in the direction of a more equitable and harmonious coexistence, useful tools, beauty, humor and kindness. I guess it’s all nuance, autocorrect muscle. I sometimes resent the need to write as if all the other things aren’t legible.