It was a deep navy. velvet. and so deep you could get lost in its crevices.
it had once been the couch in the waiting room of the most powerful man in the company. a man who purposely kept the anteroom to his office extra warm so you would sweat just sitting there.
the man fell, eventually, from his position – and because the new power structure had other methods for tormenting people, the couch was moved into a makeshift storage room in the attic of the ancient building.
she found it when she was asked to take a different office too – a tiny dark room that looked out onto the back alley of finance – and the facilities guys, feeling a bit sorry for her, had let her wander around to gather odds and ends for the dank space.
she remembered the couch from her own time on it – the unnatural warmth and embrace of the sofa had never bothered her because she was always too chilly and always too small for the adult office environment – facts that had been to her advantage during many tense meetings with her hot and uncomfortably agitated male counterparts.
and now the disgraced couch sat in her small dim office where she continued to toil under new management. she would tell the story of the couch to anyone who stopped long enough to sit on it.
and there was something that seemed right about her rescue of this small part of the company’s history – as if though she was salvaging her own role in it as well.
She impulsively bought a new shampoo called VERB – because well, she was a word person and what better product ? and also she wanted to imagine that maybe it would put her hair into an active state on top of her head.
At this moment in time, it appeared that her oldest child could become either a ruthless business executive or a wayward circus performer.
And the truth was that, for her, it was the unknown possibility that was most exciting.
washing of the hands at meiji shrine, tokyo
pancakes. With butter and syrup inside.
Her explanation of her career sounded more like one very long awkward apology.
I’ve been experimenting with grocery delivery services to save time and money. And so far, the results have been mixed.
Yesterday, for example.
It appears, in trying to buy the ingredients for homemade Mac & Cheese, I accidentally ordered something like $300 worth of cheese.
My refrigerator has become a wall of cheddar.
On the upside, I’ve now decided to modify my Easter menu so that all the dishes are cheese based and we will now be having a “Cheese-ster” dinner.
Because who really likes ham anyway ?
I want to have
to say. To you.
An unraveled thread
to hold you
when it. Breaks. I
lose a place:
For my heart
to be held
and safely bared.
Zoe Leonard exhibit at the Whitney – she assembled all these postcards of Niagara Falls. In stacks. Based on location / viewpoint along the Falls.
And then pinned the same on a wall, again assembled by location.
And it made me want to come home and make art out of the ordinary.