My house, held. And the work in it.

by | Jan 12, 2012 | Diary

Thinking about the iconography of place, what’s made in it. What are the talismans of your place? A person stopped by my condominium, asking to borrow a can opener. Peering into my place, she said — “are you moving?” As I looked back, there...

Focused attention. Seeing in-to things.

by | Jan 10, 2012 | Diary

When you’re looking at something, how closely are you tuned? I was watching people watch. This is a habit. That is, studying people as they “study” — watching to see how people are paying attention. This couldn’t be any more in-depth or...

Tumble

by | Jan 5, 2012 | Diary

I was thinking about the right ideas, that come from the tumble of those that try, but fail. Those that stumble, and find. These that jumble and arrive at the new. There is tumble, stumble, jumble — and topple. They’re interrelated. Long back, working with...

THE LONG ROAD

by | Dec 14, 2011 | Diary

While you’re looking out, traveling the distant vista — a long road, the living running — the journey shall continue. And who said it would be easy? Craft, in the making of anything, building the outbound relationships to people, in the truth of it,...

THE COILS OF DANGER, THE CURLS OF FEAR

by | Dec 7, 2011 | Diary

sean freeman Last night, I was talking to some people about surfing with sharks, at night. Dark passage, swirling masses, in the luminous sea — or seeing the sharks run the breaking waves, as I’m heading to shore, as I’m flapping like a fish with...