"I watch the ripples change their size But never leave the stream Of warm impermanence and So the days float through my eyes But still the days seem the same And these children that you spit on As they try to change their worlds Are immune to your consultations They're quite aware of what they're going through...
"There will be little rubs and disappointments everywhere, and we are
all apt to expect too much; but then, if one scheme of happiness fails,
human nature turns to another; if the first calculation is wrong, we
make a second better: we find comfort somewhere."
Progress continues on the behind the scenes design for Asylum! Today at Lang Studios, I had a moment to say hello my wildly talented and beautifully weird friend David. We had lunch at the best hot dog stand in the universe. http://youtu.be/mXT76G7NYzk My 1902 hand painted leather privacy screen is being transformed into an integral part of the world of Asylum, whose story continues to evolve.
After paddling all day in my kayak, I was sitting on the beach in Chatham, Massachusetts, utterly exhausted as this surf-boarder serenely paddled by, against the tide and then once again, with the tide. I used my Iphone hipstamatic app and took a few snaps.
She pretty much summed up the thoughts in my head that summer's day.
"Every flow has its ebb."
One year later, I was paddling in my kayak in Chatham Harbor, amidst the sounds of thousands of seals from across the bay. A surf-boarder nearby was pointing into the ocean, she called out, "Did you SEE that!"
I paddled over and perhaps we both had thoughts of how sharks love to eat seals like tasty sandwiches. She suggested the giant shadow under the water may have been a large seal but we both headed for shore.
"When beholding the tranquil beauty and brilliancy of the ocean's skin,
one forgets the tiger heart that pants beneath it; and would not
willingly remember that this velvet paw but conceals a remorseless fang."
Small world that it is, Molly, the surf-boarder, was the same person I met a year ago.
Even in the vast ocean, we are all somehow, connected.
“When I, sitting, heard the mathematician, where she lectured with such silent applause in the lecture room,
how soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick; Till rising and
gliding out, I wandered off by myself, in the mystical moist night-air,
and from time to time, looked up in perfect silence at the stars.”
(from the abandoned medical library shoot from the Asylum Series)