Ellsworth Kelly’s “Mandorla” moved me so much when I saw it at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art in 2014 that I wrote this poem about it. Maybe I appreciate modern art more than I realize.
Winter always feels like it will never end until it does.
I’ve had the Orpheus myth on the brain lately. I’ve been coming across Mary Oliver a lot following her recent death. I’ve been thinking about what Harvey Milk meant by “come out about what matters to you.” And having spent all day listening to Hozier’s new album Wasteland, Baby!, well, here’s what I’ve got…
This is for everyone dragging themselves to the end of winter. ❤
Inspired by Richard Serra’s Torqued Ellipses at Dia:Beacon.
Valentine’s Day is a great time to remember the bloody origins of the holiday in the martyrdom of St. Valentine. If you’re so inclined.
If not, just enjoy this poem I wrote, inspired by the apocryphal story of St. Valentine baptizing St. Lucilla as depicted in the Mannerist painting St. Valentine Baptizing St. Lucilla (1575) by Jacopo Dal Ponte.
Strange weather inside strange weather today: as the temperature plunged, there was the tiniest snowstorm late in the afternoon. It was too early to go home, so I watched it from the office and listened to some music.