Dream transformation

Last night dreamed in sequence or parts where me or my sister encountered items that we kept safe and while in our hands a light that was divinity in the form of a higher power came and became one with our physical being - everytime she touched something the space filled with light - in the dream I was telling her how much joy this is to see and how amazing it was that humanity would never be the same - even the "villan" in the dreams missed the poison i had put out for him and it didn't matter because the threat was not real and he was welcomed/ignored

New York

old and new exist in New York together creating a separate beauty a shifting beauty - all the new buildings are glass - glass is the theme the material of every new structure going up and here I see my old favorite signs hanging on - this city moves like memory - like loss - the last phone booth was on 57th in that subway station on 7th ave I believe - they are no more - our physical self involved with structure has shifted to lighter and lighter portable and personal - there are no public phones in Zurich except the one at the train station - so Alithea and I were at MOMA and I was looking for a pay phone I was directed to a tiny corner near the restrooms and there it was shiny and black and soon to be in a museum itself - I looked at Alithea and back at this phone and it seemed silly and huge in my hand - it's all good

august

Alithea met her uncle Fabian for the first time this week and she started using more of her Swiss German words - we had a wonderful week - next week will shift our lives again as Sasha (my Sasha ) returns to school and his new dorm area sounds like such fun - it will be strange around here for Alithea and I for sure - she runs in to wake him with hugs every morning - they have spent some special time this summer for sure

by the hand

Alithea pulls me by the hand alot now - we planted her tree - going to have a look see - it thrives -

sugar maple

upstate visiting and Alithea's sugar maple tree

garden says ciao to painting

Time for more cut pics of Alithea!!!!

death of a painting

This painting - Healing Hands - has crumbled - some history behind this one of seven pieces this was the one standing some 7ft tall - this one had a home at Rubulad when it was in Williamsburg on 5th street - I wasn't there to save it on moving day but Miles another painter had taken to a safe house if you will where the occupants of the house had mixed feelings about it so my baby looked kind of beat up when I came to rescue it one day from this obscure location - parts were missing - It had a door attached to the canvas (I carried this HEAVY door from the train station in Jersey to my door) I remember stopping every few steps to let the blood return to my hands - this was also during the time that Soupchain was staying with me and he inspired the figure towering over the rest of the painting with her hands open - HEALING and LIGHT -there was layers of words from a book found at a booktable some of the books had collage that some playwright had done in them I think it was Orton ( not sure about name spelling but the story goes he would take books from the library and re-do them - he died ) thats another story - my favorite part of the painting is the boys face I find it haunting and beautiful - one panel is a photo of Soupchain and the rest is more found pics - It has been living in my garden in the rain and heat so we moved it to a nice spot back there and noticed the mold growing on the back - on trash it day Sasha picked it up ever so slightly and it fell apart - It was beautiful I got goosebumps just looking at the decay and how it fell how it said ciao - this is also the one Hanz painted on when he came to visit - I still have the boys face and the dollar signs Hanz sprayed on - xoxoox