Pair

parents never like the guys I bring home.

peach plum pair

Charlotte Kemp Muhl & Sean Lennon

She's the quintessence of "cool."

EVERYONE should read

"Just Kids" by Patti Smith.

How she came to be; Through the streets of NYC,

and through her relationship with Robert Mapplethorpe.

I read it in one plane ride.

She's beautiful.

She's the bee's knees.

If I could invite her to dinner tonight I would.

Drop Cloth, NYC,

Patti Smith 2008

RAFA CASTELLS

sweet dreams.

I can still get rocks off.

a cinnamon girl

Hi, are you in there

My Joy

Joshua Bronaugh

No man remains quite what he was when he recognizes himself.

Thomas Mann

The worst thing you can think about when you're working is yourself.

Agnes Martin

Gerhard Richter

of course

Emplumada

Cafe Solo

I loved you

with the scientific

excuse of the lonely.

Now I watch the streets

smog out of focus

or zoom in brutally

on the tragically beautiful.

My eyes have met no one's

all morning. I have forgotten

the purr of my name.

I remember only the brush

of my cat's teeth

when she tells me

she loves me. For weeks

the only lesson I've learned

is that the leaves of the apple

are finally turning. Everything

has let go. There are days now

that go by without a sound.

I could be anyone.

Once I was a person

who loved you.

Beetles

A man who once loved me, told me

I knew nothing of beauty.

He had loved a double

more beautiful than I.

I'm hexed by a girl of pale heart,

a dove who wouldn't circle in day.

The thighs of her jeans are speckled with mustard.

Her hands are in her pockets too much of the time;

if they left, they would be birds, fragile, humming.

They are right where she puts them.

She's a farmer, plowing

the gray dirt.

She loves the land, its

ugliness.

I'm an ugly woman, weedlike,

elbowing my way through the perfect

grass. The best of what I am

is in the gravel behind the train yard

where obsidian chips lodge

in the rocks like beetles.
I burrow and glow.

Lorna Dee Cervantes, Emplumada

MASQUERADE: SAUL STEINBERG & INGE MORATH

1959-1961

plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose

Megan Whitmarsh

soft sculpture

my love for you is a stampede of horses.

Russell Leng

Leng's studio

Ajak

football sunday

kiss kiss.

Not going anymore.

Erin.

The many faces of Erin Wasson...

Summation.

"Flowers bequeath their fragrance to the hand that bestows"

A Personal Mantra, seems to stick with me and influences how I perceive things beforehand and looking back.

More than ever, I've realized this now.

Today would have been my Abuela, "Lita's" 90th Birthday. More of a Flower than most.

love and light*

These things relate, I feel. Trying to piece them together

transparencies, masks, applications,

expectations and assumptions. Identities.

Sometimes things come together and other times they

seem to d i s s i p a t e . . .

xo,

Lo