The Workshop Table

From time to time I help John create DRIP props at his warehouse downtown. On this particular day we were working in the parking lot and had his tools set up on a small wooden table. After a while it began to rain and we rushed to move everything inside. Despite the chaotic moment I became fixated on the table.

Marbled wood overlaid with crystal beads of rain. Organically out of place with all the dark metal and lifeless tarp hanging over the makeshift walls of the rental unit. 

John laughed as he saw me take a photograph of his table. I'm sure that to him it was just a simple surface, devoid of anything except a mess that needed to be cleaned. Through my eyes it looked completely different. 

Cast with the warming light from above it became an endless glossy field of texture. I wanted to run my thirsty fingers across the stippled grain; smearing droplets as though they were paint on a canvas blank with potential. Breathe in deeply as I destroy beauty in order to experience it. The photograph of this instant remains that tantalizing moment before you just give in. 

The Drum Circle

I came to the drum circle not knowing what to expect.

As I moved timidly toward the lot I could hear the steady pace of the drums grow louder. They were calling me out of the dark and pulling me closer to common ground.

Light from the flames flashed across the faces and rhythmic hands of the drummers closest to the center. Belly dancers moved hypnotically; they struck lightning to the rolling thunder of the drums. The fire rose, a hungry demon to lick the night.

For a moment I sit back and watch; breathe deeply and take it all in. I wonder how many times throughout history have small groups gathered around fires. How much of our humanity is tied to moments like this?

I've seen anthropology exhibits before. I've walked through the hushed rooms and I have gazed upon the skulls. But history is not quiet. We are so much more than bones.

Before cities, before agriculture, before written language; what did we share? Lost in darkness surrounded by beasts we huddled together. We used our hands to pound out noise that would become our identity. This scene, so prevalent throughout our history, is something most of us do not experience today.

I sit on the edge of the Drum Circle. The dancers feed off the steady pulse that fills the air. I remember the tattoo on my back. Six hands representing my family resembling the handprints left on cave walls by our ancestors. Another reminder of how small gaps in time can be. Now those hands seem to push me forward. I can't stand still anymore. I move into the circle and begin to dance. I want to be part of history.

Hope in a Stormy Sky

A while ago I was waiting in a Starbucks to meet up with Mariko. It had been raining for a while and the sky was masked with clouds. The unsettled atmosphere seemed to match my mood. Just after I had arrived the rain had begun to let up and light burst from the setting sun. I looked up from my notes and was able to get this shot.

About seven minutes later I looked up again took this photograph.

I was amazed at how beautiful the heavens had become after such a nasty downpour. The textured wash of serene colors behind the trees reminded be that any storm can be weathered and that the best days are worth the fight. 

Mariko came in and sat down next to me. We began working on our project. The clouds blurred away as the night took over the sky. I could already feel my luck start to change. 

Lace and Light

A while ago I stopped at Dandelion Tea for a bite to eat. As I was finishing my meal I happened to glance up at the window.

I was taken by the shifting colors on the glass lanterns in front of a window covered in lace. There was plenty of light coming through, but the lace gave the spring afternoon just the right ambiance. 

So I sat in Dandelion, finishing my tea. Someone sitting across the room from me is reading his paper. The wood floor creaks as some people shuffle to the counter to place their orders. I'm perfectly content with my spot in the sun. 

More Adventures in Virginia

I was lucky enough to be able to visit my best friend Laura and her husband before they moved back down to Florida. These are a collection of some of the photos from my travels.

This is the school where Laura's father is employed. The Science Center has a beautiful glass window that overlooks a field stretching to the Rappahannock River. 

After a failed attempt at kayaking due to a closed park, Laura and I found another wooded path with access to the river. Once we got to the water I took this photo of some twisted vines sprawling out in the sunlight. 

I came across some butterflies who were so consumed with what they were doing that they didn't seem to mind me looming over them. I was able to get so close that I didn't need to use the zoom on my camera.

The Jefferson Memorial through the trees.

Light blazing through the Prism Window at the Smithsonian American Indian Museum.

At the Natural History Museum they had recreated a cave wall and simulated some Neolithic Art. There was a enormous section of the wall devoted to cave hand painting. As I studied the wall I found these two overlapping hands. Simplistic and surprisingly tender; this touching image hints at two people who once shared a powerful bond.

This was a facial reconstruction of a colonial settler who's remains were found near the D.C. area. It never ceases to amaze me how they can breathe so much life into someone who has been gone for so long. It makes history feel so close. 

Walking back across the street I happened to look down and see my little friend again. 

The Washington Monument framed by a tree.

Walking around near Laura's apartment in Fredericksburg I saw the statue of a saint carefully tucked between two buildings. 

George Washington's house at Mount Vernon.

A monument to George Washington's slaves who are buried on the property.

I think most people get a slight bit anxious before their plan takes off. I happened to glance out my window and see this young air traffic controller. She had her arms cross and looked visibly bored while she waited for us to take off. I laughed to myself and took her photo. A strangely reassuring sign that everything was under control.

The woman sitting across the isle from me. Arms folded around her water bottle and bathed in the light from the setting sun. 

The sun setting on my return flight home. I will never grow tired of having the window seat.

Ascent

Ascent
The moment we take off fog rushes over the wing;

As if we have somehow magically reached the clouds in an instant.

The dark landscape below is generously laden with gems of light;

Evoking memories of some glittering antique jewelry box.

The sparkling hills tilt and shift as we climb further into the mist.

The window across the isle is painted with soft blues and blazing oranges.

The sky ignites with morning as the sun races to catch us.

Liquid Light

This painting was made after the DRIP show we performed at the Fringe Festival in 2008 called WET. During the show we had dancers performing silhouetted against a screen projected with light and different colored liquids. It was an absolutely breathtaking show to watch as well as be a part of.

Months after the show I made this paining and I had a bit of a revelation. This painting reminded me of drawings that I made in 7th grade that were very similar. A figure silhouette against a green background with light radiating around their body. For some reason I never saved those drawings and I had almost forgotten about making them until I had finished this painting. 

That memory ended up being a huge affirmation for me. Something I am currently involved with is reminiscent of sketches I made years ago. I felt very in tune with my sub-conscious and my inner child. It reminded me that trusting yourself is one of the best gifts you can give yourself. Most people view leaps of faith as dangerous, I believe they can save you. 

I'm on the right track. I know I was made for this.