Here’s something we didn’t do last time we were in Istanbul: visit the Princes’ Islands.
Naval gazing in Istanbul. Kitties and food, too, of course.
Second time in Istanbul. Same feelings, more perspective, just as many cats.
Colors, practice, movement, paper, humans.
I have a piece up at The Toast. It’s a small homage to an amazing book from a thousand years ago, Sei Shōnagon’s The Pillow Book.
I suspect it looks, from the outside, like I am having a major and meaningful moment — which is true. But from the inside, there is a strong feeling of unreality, of deer-in-headlights, of perplexity and not a little paralysis. So I am having a moment. What do I do now?
I have reminded myself how it feels to go to my friends’ shows: some have been amazing, others not, but when I’ve made the time to attend someone else’s event, it’s because I believe in that person and their talent. They can’t disappoint me — even if this particular work is not their best, or they’ve chosen to collaborate with others who are not at their level — because the faith I have in them is not work-specific; it’s person-specific. Whatever it is that they’re doing, there will be some kernel there that I’m into. And I’m telling myself that this is probably how it is with everyone who has said they will come out tonight.