You Should Come if You Can
By on March 13, 2007 | Permalink | Comments (1)
I am currating an art show that opens a week from today. In thinking about what I want to write for my first blog entry I thought I would start warming up by looking at the home page. I opened this photo and I felt all the hundreds of liquid-filled sacs of nervous weight in my chest release.
People have to see this.
Sometimes seeing certain people’s faces makes me cry. Like my brother’s or Alisha’s.
And I am reminded.
It is still about innocence and grief.
It is still about the terrifying attempts we make to touch eachother with our minds.
I want to be good. I want to reach the intersection, the needle pushing into skin, and think of the real humans who will be viewing this exhibition. I want to fit our eyesockets together and impose nothing but the truth. I really want it to be a moving experience; I am terrified that my reclusive tendencies will taint it.
Maybe I could just hold everyone who comes in, I know that would solve everything.
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My Laura,
Just know that my eye sockets are still melded to yours - since the time our eyes met during the song, “I just can’t stop loving you”.
I am so proud of you - your touch is felt deeper than your words will ever reach -
My God is the comfort behind and the confidence before us - there is a reality in all of this - to the very biojewelery - of which you are!
Love,
Dad
Posted by Dad | March 16, 2007 @ 7:04 PM