Tuesday, 17 April 2012

Lines Written on Ashes


   A break from packing before bed.  This apartment is burstingly full of mostly empty boxes stacked into precarious towers.  Yesterday was my last day at work and tomorrow morning we are catching a plane to Paris for a funeral.  Whatever I do or don't do, everything in all directions seems to be ending, changing.  
   So, today while clearing out some shelves, I had a little test print fire to get rid of all the accumulated printing experiments of this past while.  When you are working on an etching every now and then you have to pull a print on cheap paper to see how things are coming along.  I sometimes go through more than twenty stages of test prints before I get things how I'd like them to be.  So, naturally, I had a lot of test prints sitting around that I don't really need and can't afford to move to some place new, and then, it's been cold in here lately.  Some prints had vermilion-coloured ink and they were the loveliest when they caught fire.
   Someone told me that when they were young, their family had a tradition of sending letters to St. Nicholas at Christmas by setting their letters alight in the fireplace, and as the ink burnt up and the letters glowed, the words magically travelled to The North Pole.  I was thinking about this today as I added more papers to the fire; who are these pictures and letters going to?  Where are we going to?




Wednesday, 4 April 2012

Something to Blanche the Days



   A little break from drawing out paper arms at the desk.  Everything over here is sort of wobbly at the moment and so I have started making a long chain of distractions for myself, and then some distractions from those distractions, as an added precaution.  The weather has been all ups and downs too; it fevered up past its hottest days of last summer, and then it spat hail and snow.
 
   It seems that somewhere, far out in the world, there has been creaking and rumbling, a slow, tectonic shifting of the plates distantly connected to the ground we stand on.  We are just waiting now to see where everything will settle, but one thing is certain: we will be moving in less than a month, though we don't know if it is a question of changing flats or countries.  So at the beginning of May our things will go into storage and we will go off visiting back home until we know more.  I don't care much where we end up.