Notes Archive for NYC

It was a strange dream. All dreams are strange by definition, of course. But this one felt a bit like a script. Not perfect, but with a lot to think about. I was aware that I was dreaming and I was also quite fascinated by the various images and moments…
Clearly a dream filled with im…
Mar 6, 2024 (0 Comments)
Too complex to fully understand.
Too complex to fully understan…
Sep 22, 2015 (0 Comments)
On layered tides of various speeds.
On layered tides of various sp…
Dec 30, 2014 (0 Comments)
On Fifth Avenue the light was particularly strong, the shadows tripled as the light of the sun was not just direct but also reflected off the facades of the buildings, so purposefully. Tourists took pictures of tourists taking pictures. So many had come here to experience something meaningful and special….
Mona Kuhn’s “Acido Dorado”
Sep 19, 2014 (0 Comments)
20x20 Live NYC (Sources of Inspiration)
20x20 Live NYC (Sources of Ins…
Sep 17, 2014 (3 Comments)
It is enjoyable to use that not very well documented sense of location awareness to float through the apartment with eyes almost closed, in the middle of the night. The moon does make things easier, of course, and so do all the little lights and sounds around the apartment. The…
Passing by…
Sep 12, 2014 (0 Comments)
The scale of things and other stuff.
The scale of things and other …
Aug 27, 2014 (0 Comments)
Spirits on West 4th St.
Spirits on West 4th St.
Aug 21, 2014 (0 Comments)
Layers, imagined and imagined.
Layers, imagined and imagined.
Aug 21, 2014 (0 Comments)
And there were ribbons.
And there were ribbons.
Aug 20, 2014 (0 Comments)
Another brief visit to the other side.
Another brief visit to the oth…
Aug 19, 2014 (0 Comments)
Bill Cunningham hunting…
Bill Cunningham hunting…
Jun 20, 2013 (0 Comments)
“so did you write about a squirrel today?” “I would not write about a squirrel really, it would be more as if the squirrel wrote about me.” It took one and a half hours to get into the city this morning. the streets were not half bad, there was room…
squirrel writes nothing.
Dec 22, 2005 (0 Comments)
I was allowed to sit by the window today. It was early and the diner was relatively empty. There I was, looking at the Bus stop, and at the man in front of me in the other booth. Behind him was a mirror and in the mirror was an older…
Schmeer
Jul 21, 2002 (0 Comments)