Monday, November 12, 2007
We took the train from Chicago to Portland.
We'd board in the afternoon,
spend two long nights,
and arrive the next morning to the open arms of our grandfather
who would take us to our favorite hamburger joint.
We are all on a train,
with different destinations, different speeds, and different distances.
The cycle of light to dark to light to dark to light to dark
is our common denominator.
We take work to do on the train,
but our true work is riding the train,
and seeing where she takes us.
Our belief that where we go to bed is
where we wake up is an illusion.
My dog looks out the window anticipating the next stop.
Making art is like making life. My teacher told us, “take care of your life and your art will take care of itself.” Alois Senefelder, the ...