a moment today on the walk to the bus. there was snow falling and i was thinking about dirt and mutuality. i was reviewing a moment from the day before when i was telling a story about how i didn’t trust the dirt in seattle because i no longer lived there and i didn’t know where the dirt had been. i needed some dirt to mix with water so that i could paint it on my arms for a performance lecture i was doing  at a symposium on Carolee Schneemann’s work at the Henry Art Gallery. i didn’t know where to find clean dirt so I ended up buying paint instead. it was distressing not to know the dirt.

trust and slow-knowing place and people

engaging in a conversation, a relationship with dirt.