I'm working on a piece about learning from our mistakes, about the interconnectedness of genentics, personality and ambition, of family lines, of family history. I don't know how expansive this will be but right now I'm focusing on my mother's work and work ethic and how it developed who I am
Slipping my feet in your old work boots
quality leather, protection for work that grinds bones and shames its wearer
bought nor for your feet but my stomach
my gaping mouth, crying yet into my teens, in my twenties
Insatiable
we could say mixed economies hired you
we could say time barren social justice created your position
we could say you were on the cutting edge of gender equality
your personal situation with regard to its cultural impact
I could sit in air conditioned rooms and study the perimeters of your toiled existence
the same justice that could not then and never will
the cool forebarence of sexism
Music
,riot grrls! alternative,jazz,trip-hop,some blues,some oldies. Its sad that my music tastes are not very well developed. I gotta move beyond Pandora. When I was a teenager I was way into finding new bands and being hip,but now that I work for my rent I need a music guru,
Film
,I pretty much love the quirky films that are minimally mainstream. Dogma,I heart Hukabees,conversations with women,thank you for smoking,dancing in the dark,pretty much anything with Aaron Eckhart or John Cusack. THis is an art site- I should be listing directors and writers. Someday I'll get there. I promise.,
Books
,god-damn I just can't do this. Its like breaking down the dna of each cell in my body and asking you not to think about my heritage,or what I look like. Lets just say,I am breaking my back reading too goddamn much. For fun,though fantastical realism.,
Artists
,kahlo,moderson-becker,Magritte; kara walker; francis bacon,