A House Unbuilt

HUB 461:
Lunch with Moe. Work with Maya.  Leisure with Sean.  All in all, a good day, good play, good friends.

HUB 459:
Summer wheels.  Summer house.  Summer studio. 

HUB 458.2:
do I have to say anything? 

HUB 458:
I know I’ve been delinquent in really writing. The last days in Chicago were a bit hectic with moving and tying up loose ends, and then I flew straight into family frenzy with my niece’s dance recital on Friday night (HUB 456) and my mom’s family reunion down the bayou yesterday (457). We are now a little further down the toe of the boot, at the very tip in fact, on grand isle—the island, they call it. We includes myself and parents as well as my brother and his wife and two children. 

I have not been out here since the BP oil spill, so it’s interesting to get a look and see the “improvements” they have funded due to the disaster. We spent a week or two out here every summer of my childhood, fishing, swimming, eating, lounging around. This gulf of Mexico, this backwash of the Mississippi—I love it even in its brown waters and scraggly beaches. 

On Monday afternoon I’ll fly back to Chicago for just a few days to plan a show with Maya and see some people I didn’t get to say goodbye to. Then on June 1st, I fly home. I’ll spend two months in Baton Rouge, dancing on the pier, working through documentation of the “20 Days”, and most importantly, finding a job that will fuel my practice as well as practicalities. Come August, I’ll be in residence at a residence in Birmingham, Alabama for a week or two; and then another two weeks doing something similar but in Germany. 

At that point we’ll be to September, and hopefully I’ll know where I’m going next. Putting that known unknown into each step as I go forward from here, and just trusting that the dance that tumbles out will tell me something I didn’t know before. 

HUB 457:
Down the Bayou today. Change of pace. Patience. Leaving it all at the door. We were water people. We were home.

HUB 456:
Reset

We have a backlog, yes. Much to still recover. But why let that keep us from being present today. Our first day of resetting. The ways of children always serving as a good reminder for me.

HUB 441.2:
Reach becomes An Embrace—Inside

A House Unbuilt: In Residence (Sullivan Galleries)
20 Days // Every Day a Dance: Day Fourteen

HUB 441:
Reach becomes An Embrace—Outside

A House Unbuilt: In Residence (Sullivan Galleries)
20 Days // Every Day a Dance: Day Fourteen

HUB 440:
On Location: A Child’s Closet

A House Unbuilt: In Residence (Sullivan Galleries)
20 Days // Every Day a Dance: Day Thirteen

HUB 439.2:
Blind Chess

A House Unbuilt: In Residence (Sullivan Galleries)
20 Days // Every Day a Dance: Day Twelve