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On Sleepovers

It seems so much focus is put on

Who one sleeps with

And whether overnights are spent together in bed - sleeping, maybe or maybe not.

But. I think of sleepovers with you as

"I don't really want to go to bed yet and coffee and an egg sandwich will be great in the morning."

And inbetween we remain

Without each other

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When I Read.

When I read

And want to weigh in on your work

Am I supposed to ask

What is it that you are trying to do?

Or am I to measure it next to some abstract rubric in order to give it a grade?

I also think it could be both

Or one or the other

One is intimate

And I have to imagine your body writing

The other a work assembled

Mapping - you take me somewhere

Like "the opening"

Abstract space. Revolutionary Space. Representations. One-to-one.

Practice.

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West Side

Not thought of

As an experience of the urban

Is a dewy morning

In the spring's season of emergence

When then the cool greens of the herbaceous

Push up between all the hardened structures

That give a city its form

The quiet of the morning

Where you can hear a man's footsteps a block away

And recognize difference

And feel an intimacy with it all,

Comforting and secure.

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Attune.

I had a moment

This past weekend

Where I asked:

"I feel that attachment,

Or the feeling of it,

Has disappeared.

Like everyone is managing

Their own territory and

Keeping it bounded."

And this morning

I was reading Ordinary Katie's

"The New Ordinary"

And recalled past work that spoke of

"Attunement,"

Where I imagined

Like an old car radio

You needed to ever so slightly touch the knob

-With pressure one way or another-

To find "the frequency."

Tuning.

And so we measure "The Ordinary" as an

Affective speed,

-Measured in hurts (hertz)-

That a field of bodies are captured in.

But.

The metaphor of tuning in an AM radio

Is barely imaginable now.

There is only the digital.

Which of course means

Without the touch -

Digit free.

Unattached, separated and w/o animal.

Only concept.

Only object.

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Mass. Density.

At times I feel as if out to sea.

I suspect others

In the mass

Have density

Solididy

Because of the many like them.

It holds them to the ground.

I have one. Maybe two, two and a half.

Low density.

And everything floats.

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On "Alone"

Alone as:

A moment or temporality.

In space.

Without an "us."

No companion.

Alone as a mark (The Scarlet Letter).

Alone as an identity.

You never want to be alone

And I give your relief from this

As I sit in my kitchen

With no one near.

You identify as having someone.

I've no one to hear me.

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In the everyday

People around me are always hearing

"what people say"

Searching for meaning.

But for some time

I have come more to feel

"What words do."

When people speak

Their words most often are not

Articulations, communications,

Or representations of their inside world

Made into the outside world

As utterance.

Their words more often

"Do something"

Like police, perform, mark, identify, cut.

I say this in recognition

That speach actions come from the body

Formed through muscle movement

And conscious intention

The same as we may use a pen

Or paint brush

And as I've been trying to say for a long time

But without a ground to stand on

So are the use of tools,

Like shovels and rakes,

Language.

They are remembered movements of the body that are in dialogue with the earth and world trying to make from it what they need.

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Dreams are movements of the body; concrete things. Capri's "Dreams" are not illusions, fantasies, or hallucinations - they are not antanyms of the real but the real in themselves.

In Capri's series "Dream Spaces" she points to a shared space of action and intent. Dream spaces are poietic, not poetic - something productive and formative: "Poietic" from the Greek meaning "activity in which a person brings something into being that did not exist before.

"Dream Spaces" aim to the Greek "praxis" - "Action to make ideas into the real."

But so we find that in their openness, as shared and inhabited spaces with "a world," the vulnerability, as the spaces are openings outward to design and production - and most know nothing of such things, only extraction, colonization, and exploitation.

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"...it is not easy to translate 'tradition' into up-to-date thinking"

--- Josef Albers (as quoted by Charles Darwent in Josef Albers: Life and Work)

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At night

I like something sweet

And instead of buying those little packages of tiny chocolate donuts at the corner

I can just spread some peanut butter on bread

Add some chocolate chips.

Hashtag: Everyday life recipes

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New Project

Winter, 2018-19.

I am going to pick up on the Tumblr space and use it to capture quick undeveloped moments as a collecting point to further articulate works.

I say "undeveloped" to point towards a certain risk I will be taking to make ideas public before I've fully processed them. So, generally, the ideas will be moving from "I don't know shit" towards an object with more "fullness" as I've worked on it more.

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"Peony Season." . . . Last season I had a big flow of Peonies available because the project we were on had a number of them on site. This year they are tougher to come by. I've a collection I've started nearing 10 different cultivars with the only purpose being to share cut flowers with loved ones. It is a young collection and hasn't matured to the point yet that I can harvest any blossoms. . . . Uncharacteristic of me, this above image was "staged," so-to-speak, or curated. Every picture I take is of everyday life, representations of moments in Buffalo, NY; everything is a capturing. This image I made. I had come back to the office after a meeting. Often, "in business dealings," there is a point of view in the world where one may try to get more for less. Sure. This sounds regular. But sometimes boundaries are crossed and people try and cut extra value out of you in less than straightforward ways. And. You have to stand there and protect yourself, which, although its done with a smile and a thank you, is still a defense in battle. And so I had to go back to the office and photograph these peonies in as many ways as possible to recover. And so. In its process, this image is a representation of regular everyday life, only I don't think many have the space to go home and photograph Peonies. . . . #softness #radicalsoftness #affect #peony #peonia #peonies #buffalogardens #bflo #bflove #buffhort #buffalove #buffalony #buffaloart #buffalonewyork #buffalohorticulture #queerlove #flowers #flowering #flowergram #flowerlove #flowerlovers #cutting #cutting_flower #landscapelife #landscapedesigner #autoethnography #photowriter #photowriting #elmwoodvillage #westsidebuffalo (at Buffalo, New York)

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Notes on Landscape Design and Architecture