Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Some sketchbook pages differentiating the harnesses, hooks, cams, atcs, belaying thingies, etc

Only one extra-curricular activity as of late: rock climbing. (In the gym, for now, so maybe I should say resin climbing, how sexy is that?) As much as my bruised up knees and hands. It's so worth it.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

2001 - 2012

For anyone who was alive 11 years ago, it's impossible to let this day go by without taking a moment to reflect. We witnessed a mass murder... and we still don't really know who was responsible.

Last year on the tenth anniversary, I tried to do a thorough job of writing my experience. I was across the water in Brooklyn at the time, still pretty new to New York and overwhelmed by it all. The events on that day certainly changed the world, we've been at war since lest we forget. It was a very clear turning point, a loss of innocence for the country, and for me also.  I felt myself inching further and further away from the mass reality of America.

* Pages from my sketchbook in 2001. And a photocopy of a picture I took of the buildings on fire from my window.

and a really good article on empathy for the losses that day.
"I am very proud to be a New Yorker, and many are proud to be Americans; but few, if any are proud to be human beings."

Friday, September 7, 2012

On a train

Feeling melancholy and full of wistfulness. I'd like to be on a train riding through Northern India in a late afternoon drizzle looking at the turquoise soaked temples.