Notes from the East

On the wall at the New Museum, a fur orb, breathing as deeply and slowly as if he is in a coma. Really scary. I like to be that kind of scared. Rosemarie Trockel had a lot going on in her show. A room of white tile, an upside-down palm tree, and formerly alive birds […]

Latches

I solve most of my problems with duct tape; some, with ribbon. Tybalt, my fat cat, likes to push the window open so that he can catch a breath of fresh air. When it is thirty degrees outside, that is an expensive breath. The windows in my dormers are as old as the house, hanging […]

Velveteen

I ordered a cup of coffee while I was waiting, instead of a glass of wine. Mistake. They had to brew a pot for me, and when I got it, it was hotter than melted glass. I stirred it. And stirred it. And then I saw that I had gotten a phone call. The call. […]

Fuzz

Fuzz everywhere. All over my pretty winter coat, and bravely clinging to the much-processed head of the South American warrior whose head has been shrunk. Yesterday a friend brought me a shrunken head. Not a Halloween shrunken head. An honest to God, Natural History Museum, South American tribe shrunken head. It was in his briefcase. My new gloves (arm […]