|Lots to say about PETS at this mornings' Breakfast Den!|
|The first Breakfast Den meeting. Topic: Detroit. Heather Oakley shared this poem:|
Newspaper says the boy killed by someone,
don’t say who. I know the mother, waking,
gets up as usual, washes her face
in cold water, and starts the coffee pot.
She stands by the window up there on floor
sixteen wondering why the street’s so calm
with no cars going or coming, and then
she looks at the wall clock and sees the time.
Now she’s too awake to go back to bed,
she’s too awake not to remember him,
her one son, or to forget exactly
how long yesterday was, each moment dragged
into the next by the force of her will
until she thought this simply cannot be.
She sits at the scarred, white kitchen table,
the two black windows staring back at her,
wondering how she’ll go back to work today.
The windows don’t see anything: they’re black,
eyeless, they give back only what’s given;
sometimes, like now, even less than what’s given,
yet she stares into their two black faces
moving her head from side to side, like this,
just like I’m doing now. Try it awhile,
go ahead, it’s not going to kill you.
Now say something, it doesn’t matter what
you say because all the words are useless:
“I’m sorry for your loss.” “This too will pass.”
“He was who he was.” She won’t hear you out
because she can only hear the torn words
she uses to pray to die. This afternoon
you and I will see her just before four
alight nimbly from the bus, her lunch box
of one sandwich, a thermos of coffee,
a navel orange secured under her arm,
and we’ll look away. Under your breath make
her one promise and keep it forever:
in the little store-front church down the block,
the one with the front windows newspapered,
you won’t come on Saturday or Sunday
to kneel down and pray for life eternal.
|Robyn Shore and I switched homes for a night. She stayed in the den while I slept on her houseboat in The Rockaways.|
|Robyn's houseboat is anchored in The Rockaways year round, and is equipped with a wood burning stove for the cold winters, and a full kitchen. It can sleep 3 people comfortably.|
|She bought it 3 years ago and is working on fixing it up. You can take the A train all the way to the marina.|
|Irvin Climaco Morazan came to The Den after spending the summer in Mexico and before heading to Virginia to teach. In exchange for his stay, he knocked down a wall in the kitchen to expose an ancient brick facade.|
|Mathieu Bonardet came back to The Den this summer before heading to Colorado, Utah and San Fransisco. In Colorado, before he visited the actual Spiral Jetty outside of Salt Lake City, Utah, he used a roll of paper to make Paper Spiral (fold/unfold).|
|Artist and poet Michael K Taylor spent a month at the Den.|
|He devised a way of getting the chickens back into their coop by tapping the rake on the ground 3 times. In exchange for his stay, he re-framed a huge piece that was falling apart, and painted the hallway.|
|The day that Corvas Brinkerhoff arrived at The Den from Santa Fe, New Mexico, 6 baby chicks also arrived in the mail.|
|As if from an alien ship, the chicks descended unto Earth and unto The Den.|
|Corvas also descended upon New York to make these ephemeral sculptures with his Santa Fe based collective, Meow Wolf.|
|But as swiftly as life was given, life was taken away.|
|During Corvas' Den stay, while Corvas reinforced the chicken coop, Jane Carver and I made room in the coop for the incoming chicks.|
|The hen, who resided at the Den for almost 2 years, was made into soup and served to Simon Critchley, author of, among many other works, "The Book of Dead Philosophers", which proposes that to philosophize is to learn how to die.|
|I met Kylie in Colorado one year ago. She came to New York to complete one half of a drawing project.|
|The other half of the drawing project will take place in several small towns in Wyoming, like Big Piney, where this image of a legal wolf hunt was taken. Most of the towns Kylie will visit in Wyoming have populations of less than 200 people.|
|While I was researching the Wyoming towns that Kylie will visit, I became fascinated with these images of abandonded villages. This photo of a sand-swept house is in Namibia. When I came across this image online I did a double take.|
|Jenal Dolson's visit proved that we animals are creatures of habit.|
|We go after what we want over and over again.|
|Jenal learned how to make felted rocks during her stay at the den, while we exchanged stories about bats and snakes.|
|Will Hutchinson came to the Den from Missoula, Montana, where he is a fire fighter and an artist.|
I was in Colorado Springs a month before the Black Forest fire started last year. At the time, I was making collages using screenshots from the original Bambi animation, which has a famous forest fire scene:
|Some of Will's drawings are inspired by the forms these fire clouds make.|
|Will fixed various things around the house, including a staircase and some molding.|
Femke, a photographer from Holland, returned to the Den after a year, still searching for the long lost love of Joe (above), a woman named Bertha who lived on Coney Island.
A few days ago, after peeling back layers of information in public records and doing fieldwork in the streets of Brooklyn, Femke found evidence that Bertha is not listed as dead. Femke scoured Coney Island for Bertha, never knowing what she looked like. The search continues...
Femke taught Rue (my daughter) how to use a polariod camera. Here she is arranging objects on the table for the photo.
|Agnes Fecher, a photographer from Hungary, took these photos of a recent piece by Italian artist Mimmo Rubino, aka Rub Kandy. The truck sits on privately owned land in Gowanus, Brooklyn.|
|Ten years, ago, Agnes Fecher was a Hugarian exchange student who got placed for a year with a family in Albequerque, New Mexico. |
There, she met Wes, her first love.
After ten years of emails but no meeting, they reunited at The Den.