Sunday, October 19, 2008
While flowers are commonly associated with all things female, I consider most of them unabashedly intersex. Take this stunning calla lily for instance. When seen from the outside, my flower is all whiteness and grace. When I look from a diffent angle, a fearful reverence rises in me.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
1. Thank you for the flowers in the flower stand on the way home.
2. Thank you for the man who tells me their names.
3. Thank you for the names of the flowers.
4. Thank you for the pink rose.
5. Thank you for the act of kindness: a gift between strangers.
To say that an uninterested act of kindness in Mexico City is close to miraculous would mean that I have nearly lost my faith. I won't lose my faith! Thank you!
Monday, October 13, 2008
My friend says the more clothes one puts on, the more naked one becomes. Clothes externalize the internal. I made a voodoo shirt because there is something new in me and because I need protection.
Here is what I learned: A male shirt becomes a female shirt when you remove cloth. Then: Sewing a spontaneous pattern twice around each severed hem is a certain, wordless prayer.
I cut the Alabama flag into a rectangle of cloth and sewed the pieces around the neckline. The appliqués contain tiny secrets. For example, there is a watermelon seed in the center of the cross.
An X can cancel or negate. It can also indicate. It can be a lifeless eye or a star. A nameless signature. A piece of fire.