Family Night, Feb. 8
DJ’s, dance, art, workshops!
from me: sci-fi/poetry/creativity talks, live art
Norwescon 41, Mar. 29 – Apr. 1
Seattle’s premiere science fiction fantasy convention
from me: dozen-plus variety panels
This rare apology is for having had to cancel my live art appearance in Bellingham last week. Yet, it was only then that I realized I had not cancelled an announced engagement in three full years. So I’m trying not to feel too bad about it, though I am sorry to have depleted the roster for this great event supporting building tiny homes for those in need.
I behold thee no longer. Perhaps surprisingly, you are missed. You were nice; you were not afraid. It’s good to meet people of your kind like you, which we sometimes do, if rarely. We learned to be more careful; we learned who not to trust. Learning who to trust is harder; some did earn that over time. But thee, no longer do I behold; may the eyes of others now behold thee.
This approaching weekend, I can be found creating artwork live, with writing on hand.
In Portland I will be at Metta:AtYyA, and in Bellingham at Home:BASS feauring Algorhythm.
I recently had the happy occasion of encountering someone who attended a previous workshop I held at Cascadia Festival in June 2017, namely Mind Maps & Synaesthetic Processes. A jeweler, he let me know he’s utilized some of the methods we exercised. It makes me really glad to know that someone who does something very different than I do can apply things I’ve shared!
Here are photos (by Omar Lopez) from the Live Muse Writing session I held beforehand, where we sited ourselves in different places near various activities to interact with our writing.
I believe thee thine intentions: that you wish to progress and further. I believe everyone in this group to be important, that each holds a part of the key. That which displays itself before our eyes, and instruments, shapes my belief in its undeniable elegance. I believe thee thine results, far-reaching and widely implicated, applicable everywhere and replicable in all corners. I believe we’ve figured out what we’re looking at! I believe of thee a true beginning, and that it will link you to your earnest allies by the extent of your effect. I believe thee deserving of a path both clear and guarded from attack. I believe you needn’t be worried by details other than that which can bring us to the threshold. Though I wasn’t sure until now what this is, I believe we may be the ones who will do this. I believe of thee the moment of impact.
Beloved, thou hast survived thine own experience; now you understand that which unjustly murdered many. Now you can see, and if you should find a grain of truth, then beloved, thou may join it to the others to form a picture they can know. They will not doubt thee, their dearest who remains. They may feel the indignation as to what brought this trial to you, that this may never again be so long as they breathe. Beloved, thou art the doorstep on which falls the words that they will hear. The key to opening their hearts will fall from your lips, to move their blood to their hands, that they may join and bar the way of destruction.