HOME HOME HOME HOME HOME HOME HOME HOME HOME HOME HOME HOME

+ I can read a subway map!

Getting desperate!

*click*click*click* There's no place like home, there's no place...



Paris is so, foreign. Do they arrange affaires for the strangers or just throw a big meet and greet?



Great doors and facades though.

I'm beginning to recognize some French

but of course, not to speak it.

Damn! I miss home!



The sound of english! I feel deaf and mute. Not paranoid. I don't think anyone's plotting against me. I doubt if they even notice me. Self-absorbed people, the french.

I look for ruby red slippers and can't find any.

Art Journaling

& making a mess. I have an Artist Statement:

I never impose order on what I create. I don't like it and I'm not sure I know what it is.

Catchy, no?

Create ~ a ~ Day

I have vowed NOT to bitch about the lack of sun in Paris anymore. So, what I am celebrating is my New Year's Resolution: Create something everyday.

26th ~ "Sugar" A poem that woke me up that night to work on it some more.
27th ~ Major work on Book of Dia
28th ~ Integrating outline into BOD
28th ~ Two versions of "Drive in movie" One prosaic (lazy) the other in the jaunty style of "On an ugly green bus"

I leave you with Benedict Cumberbatch (maybe) in Kabuki drag in Burlesque Fairytales

Over a week

through rain, wind and snow.



Still, I like it.

& I'm off!

Three Fortune Cookies:
1. Go for it. You never know whom you might run into.
2. Be calm and collected, peace is a virtue
(unwrapping 3rd cookie)
3. Be a first rate version of yourself, not a second rate version of someone else.

As always, I take off for a place I don't know, without any friends, with a spotty history of writing, or even going outside.

But I have high hopes. Always.