Dear friends, I might've mentioned before that I'm currently working on a memoir project: Put Me in the River. I'm typing up my hand-written draft. It's a bit of a slow process, but fairly satisfying once I'm done with a chapter. Chapter four is done so far,
Organizing workshops is one of my art practices. I set different workshops for different age groups. If they're older than sixteen, I encourage them to write. I talk about storytelling, creating characters, and I tell them all the benefits of writing letters to friends and
It was the second month of winter. Cold, very snowy, rather dark, and pretty much blue. I'd been living in my art-residency for over a month by that point, and I was already used to my new surroundings, new home, and new routines. Every thing
It was a year ago that I finally decided to try a water-fast for myself, and experiment the practice of not eating anything for a few days. I was curious to see how it was to be empty on the inside. The plan was to keep my fast
I saw you in my dream last night. You were standing far away from me in the middle of a blizzard. You were surrounded by other people that I knew in the dream, but in reality, those people don't even exist; they were supposedly our
We entered the church before midnight. The ceremony had already started when we got there, and we were the last ones. We certainly were an odd combination, and most definitely not fitting in: two non-believers, and a half-believer. The priest was giving his speech, of