The Everything is Memory exhibit that is part of the Illuminating Time artists-in-residence group showcase is soon coming to a close (end of January). Many of you know that my work is ephemeral so a lot of the calligraphy work I’ve done will be recycled back into nature.
If there is one piece I would like for you to experience, it is the brother and sister installation called “The Weeping Script.” I feel this calligraphy piece with an audio poem, carries on its back, a weight the other installations like “One Long Arm” and “Gold Lightning and Lullaby Scripts” cannot carry. It would mean so much if you could witness the piece together. If you’re unable, here is a link to one of the siblings called “Please Be Guided Accordingly”: http://qrco.de/bdT39T
Thanks for all the support.
Yours, Sam
Portland Chinatown Museum 127 NW Third Avenue Portland, OR 97209
Friday to Sunday from 11am to 3pm
Listening to Soft Eyes – https://youtu.be/YmMJs0IrrU0
A THANK YOU TO AN INANIMATE OBJECT // This cassette carries the memories of first love, first breakup, first death, first apartment, first car, first kiss, first fire, first job, first brush from death, first assault, first goodbye, first walk alone by the Pacific ocean–thinking about opportunities, repair, re-envision. This cassette has crossed over many bridges, signs of warp from Los Angeles heat but still a strong casing—teethlike. This was my escape from religion, a pushplay invitation to outline the sonic perimeter of the heart’s coastline. Thank you 4AD. Thank you This Mortal Coil. Thank you auto-reverse.
It took me a long time to realize that I don’t have to wait for people to come back around. It’s a struggle for a lot of foundlings, we fall in the entrapments of waiting, wondering, and forgetting that we don’t have to leave this world lonely—just alone, like a circle. And that too can be beautiful.
She was inhaled out of me so quickly. Every year I attempt to write a poem that will kill Death itself. Every year, I fail. I will never stop trying. Ever.
