My mother is the only person to ever give me a diamond. Yet, even she kept taking it back. Once I put all the pieces of this story together it became a possibility to me that this praying mantis, this “Symbol of God”, this “Divine Messenger” could be my mother and she could very wellContinue reading “THE NECKLACE”
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A Righteous Old White Lady
“Nevermind if you think an angry black man is scary … try dealing with an old white lady when her food order gets screwed up – now that’s scary.” Incorrectly recalled quote posted via Instagram, tagged to me, her mother, by my 25 year old daughter currently living and working in Philadelphia. When I getContinue reading “A Righteous Old White Lady”
“I am the Beast” just the text
I am the Wildest Boar. Or could it be that I am the wildest bore? I’m not sure sometimes but it probably doesn’t matter, at least not to me. It is not necessary to get philosophical about it or to even define the possibility of my existence. I am aware that I am inside ofContinue reading ““I am the Beast” just the text”
Lessons of our heroes – Or watching the Agnes Martin Movie
Inevitably, whenever we watch one of our heroes speak of their process, our inclination is to feel as if we have failed on some level and will never achieve even a minimally comparable level of success – either within our work or in the world at large. We realize that we already took the wrong pathContinue reading “Lessons of our heroes – Or watching the Agnes Martin Movie”
No apologies.. I’m a White Girl from Long Island.
… And I love the blues. Cause I got the blues just like anyone else got the blues. But this white girl always had this little nagging thing in the back of her head. Not poor enough, not rich enough, not smart enough, not pretty enough, not ugly enough, not thin enough, not fat enough,Continue reading “No apologies.. I’m a White Girl from Long Island.”
Regret be dammed
Those moments these pondering of wishing Of wishing that it were different Be damned Those mind games of peeling apart the words that come out of my mouth Be damned Those self flaggelative mind fucks that feed the beast Be damned, be gone. Walk Walk
3 days… And counting down.
In 3 days, I will be in the road, in my car and heading for New Mexico for my very first artist residency. I’m not sure why I haven’t ever gone to an artist residency before. It seems kind of silly, really, that I haven’t. There are various reasons that I could manage to musterContinue reading “3 days… And counting down.”
Chapter 3 ?
So these feelings that pop up, they just seem to come from nowhere. Although that could not be possible. Can’t come from nowhere. Gotta come from somewhere. I’m wondering if my friend, my animal, my inner beast, my boar/bore, boor…. Bohar…. Has friends or family that live in other people, other humans. I’m mean, itContinue reading “Chapter 3 ?”
Open old wounds and they will bleed
Although one doesn’t really understand why, while remembering the colors and sounds of an event that made a huge impression upon you, it’s amazing how the moment can still be felt, feel like it’s still happening right now. While I was trying to figure out to uncover my past, it just got too painful, andContinue reading “Open old wounds and they will bleed”
Quiet
It’s been quiet lately. Not too much activity on the wild best side of things I must say. Overwhelmed maybe? There are a lot of things going on in the world. There’s that ferguson Missouri thing, the Obama takes on the immigration thing, the walmart doesn’t pay enough and makes their workers work on thanksgivingContinue reading “Quiet”
Val Sivilli 