I meet people whose circumstances are difficult. People rarely seek out a lawyer because carefully nurtured iris flowers are in radiant bloom. Yet tonight I was struck by the quiet dignity among the many people I met, and realized grace is more than having the wisdom to know "the difference" in what is fixable and what is not fixable. I find myself in awe of people who live lives with a quiet lack of desperation.
I'm so impressed with the progress of The White Cube Remix, the soundtrack-an-art-exhibit-in-Norway project I am working upon with a collaborator co-moderating a remix project. We are over 49 fascinating remixes so far, with weeks to go. I am so impressed with my co-moderator, who is capable, musical and filled with inspiration. I tend to nuts, bolts, practical yet quirky ideas, and a reverence for oblique strategies. This is one of those rare projects in which everyone involved has been a complete joy to work with, and I'm deeply grateful for the friend who suggested it and ultimately curates it, and for the friend with whom I co-moderate the music. Of course, I'm also grateful to the mixters, of whom I live my life in admiration and respect. It's all a great dynamo of sharing culture.
I am sketching ideas in Logo, and feeling pleasure hovering around every turtle move.