Lately
some of my dreams are abstract/3D fields of color and feeling. One stood out because
it was so blue, left, and aware. The edges were cool sunshine.
I have
also had recurring dreams about nachos, which then trigger lucidity because I
realize the cheese is too good to be vegan.
…
I Spent
the last couple weeks swishing oil around in my mouth, giving Cole rides, DJing
Currents and Winter’s summer solstice party, attending Meow Wolf meetings, making a toga-inspired gown for Noah /my music
video, and getting an additional job at Brad Smith Gallery.
Brad Smith’s
oil paintings explore the cutting edge subjects of women and flowers.
…
On father’s
day dad and I were early to Keiko’s Gastronomical Society. Eileen came in and
asked how I’ve been, I said sad and depressed, she asked why, and I said
because my friend died.
The
sushi was as good as ever, I especially liked the bright yellow gourd and green
chile. Eileen made bomb-ass-dank-ass smoked tofu and we got to try a Tibetan
chili that made for a waterfall of endorphins.
Keiko
was getting rid of records her grandfather had given her. I got some jazz and
Korean folk songs, Dad picked out a lot of Nat King Cole.
…
Crocket, Sandra, Chris and I participated in the first RAFT residency, which takes place on a raft (Resident Artists Floating Together). The first part of the residency involved shot-gunning a beer and taking turns using the one oar to get partially across the lake. The experience concluded with making a sail out of a wet-towel, climbing a mountain/exploring the juxtaposition of "the raft riding the residents," and eating lunch.
