I’ve been enjoying a season of workshops.
There is something uniquely wonderful about a small gathering of people sharing their personal stories, but it is an exceptional experience when these people might never have found themselves around the same table otherwise. Every workshop I offered filled with people whose life experiences were as diverse as they were rich and fascinating (despite everyone feeling initially that their lives weren’t very interesting–why do we all feel that?), and the result was explosive creativity and laughter.
I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again: I adore this work.
I’m hunkering down for the winter now, enjoying a semi-hibernation and focussing on my own writing. In January, I’ll be making my annual pilgrimage to Mexico, this time to teach as part of the faculty of Under the Volcano, a ten-day program of master classes in the spectacular town of Tepoztlan. As far as I know, the memoir class is full, but there is always next year…
And lastly, I saw a photograph of an installation by Jim Lambie at the MoMA and was inspired to make my bathroom floor less boring. I am told that the photos don’t do justice to the real thing, but in any case, it makes for very psychedelic peeing.
Answers to FAQs:
1. It’s done with strips of vinyl tape. LOTS of them.
2. No idea how many hours it took, only that I listened to PLENTY of podcasts of The Next Chapter while taping, snipping, adjusting, etc.
3. I didn’t have a plan; I just made it up as I went along. (That should be my epitaph.)
4. No idea how durable it will be. Might put verathane on it and cross my fingers.
5. My partner and son kind of like it…now.
What’s that old adage? You know it’s time to close a blog post when you start showing photos of your bathroom floor?
Yes, well, I’m done.
Have a gorgeous winter ~