Friday, March 23, 2007

What do the mountains think?

There is a small, microscopic, bruise on the skin below my eye. It is the remnants of a life that tragically ended this evening. I have heard that looks can kill. I never thought that the soft, fragile skin that cradles my eyes was capable of such a heinous act. The ground echoed through my shoes with each pounding step, creating a rhythm inside me that set the cadence of my rambling thoughts. The sting caught me off guard and interrupted my meditation. The insects tiny body bounced off my eye and quickly to the ground. I shook it off and kept on running.
It amazes me how many insects have ended their short lives by flying into me while I was running. I have inhaled them, stepped on them, swatted them, & swallowed them (one time a large insect flew into my mouth- I was disgusted, but having such a good run. So I swallowed it— felt it squirm and fight for life in my throat until it finally gave up and accepted it's fate). I don't really understand why they don't fly around me. Although, I bet mountains think the same thing when an airplane crashes into their snowy caps.

Sunday, March 04, 2007

I almost ran over a cat today

Spunk and fearlessness drove her to do it.
She eyed the other side of the road. Adrenaline built inside her like mercury. She could see the car approaching fast. She lowered her head and raised her tail in the air. She knew she was the one with the heart and the drive. She was fearless. An eternity of safe crossing time came and passed. Aware of the time skipping her by, she chose to wait.
wait.....wait......wait........for it to be dangerous.
She has spent her life waiting for it to get interesting. Safety bored her. She preferred a short exciting life to a long boring one. The car was dangerously close now. Without hesitation, she darted across the road.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

additive animation

My first encounter with William Kentridge's work was in the winter of 2005. I was at the Met in New York for the opening of the gates and as I walked through the museum I caught a glimpse of this beautiful film flickering on the wall. Kentridge's animations are composed of a single charcoal drawing that is altered in each frame, leaving behind ghosts of past drawings and creating a sense of motion. I was infatuated by this work- look him up if you get the chance!