“At first I thought there was nothing there… I was always having to adjust my eyes back and forth — both far and close, which is how I think about my own work sometimes. It lies somewhere between distance and intimacy.”
Vija Celmins
Before I head out on the road, I’m taking in NYC. Not in all the ways I’ve partaken in it over the years. I’m learning how to take my time with it in ways I never felt able. Taking things I’ve always done and doing them off my center: long aimless walking, sleeping for 8 hours at night, reading furiously, daily yoga, arting without the need for execution, sitting on park benches at times reserved for wandering minds ….
I’m somewhere inbetween, thinking about where I am and where I am going. Sitting with yourself in an unknown space that is also at once the most known place you’ve been is not comforting. It has kindly reminded me that there can still be distance with intimacy. That we all can hide in plain sight from our selves. Hiding is it’s own kind of work, so why now give movement between these two seemingly opposing forces and see what kind of life can be created?
roadside yogi 