Having Wings is a community-sourced advent anthology created / edited by Amy Bornman (of All Well Workshop), and it contains a drawing I made and words I wrote this advent season. Amy’s thoughtfulness in her creative process and beautiful handsewn creations have been inspiring as I consider my work (“art” and otherwise), and how it intersects with the values by which I hope to live. So when she announced an invitation to participate in this gathering of poems for the hoping, waiting season of advent, I wanted to contribute.
Most of my drawings this year have been unplanned curves filling sketchbook pages, as I try to get outside of a systematic mindset when it comes to making. Searching for the intuition I hope I have, and maybe starting to find it in this practice. After filling untold sketchbook pages with these swirling lines, I started noticing forms that reminded me of art historical Madonna and Child paintings. (A lovely google image search: “abstract madonna and child”.) Continue reading “having wings”→
I never understood when people said their wedding day was the best day of their lives, until I had such a deeply good day on ours. We were surrounded by all of our family and friends, hosted at the home of friends, ate our go-to Indy fast food, and had a party. There were a lot of people, and a lot of planning went into it, but in the end it felt natural and celebratory. I’d dealt with a lot of anxiety in the year prior, and was nervous that I would be so paralyzed with it that I wouldn’t be able to enjoy the day. But the weather was gorgeous, and I felt so present to the day and its joy. What a gift.
And of course, Andy and I got to stand up and tell our truth – we love each other, and we promise to continue in that love for as long and as deeply as we can.
A couple months ago, I re-read our vows to each other. I think I was a little afraid that the words would be too specific to the people we were then. It’s only been a year, but they way I think about things has shifted; I see differently.
After reading them, I felt buoyed and hopeful, like these things are still true and they are spacious enough to keep walking in together for many years to come.
I spend my weekdays (and sometimes nights) in the Programs & Engagement department at the Rubin Museum of Art. Here’s a writeup from New York Times art critic Holland Cotter about current exhibitions and this year’s theme of the future —