After a long and crazy semester, I’m just now resurfacing. I need some fresh air.
A snowy hike with good friends in Yosemite last winter made me realize just how arduous climbing an ice-covered mountain can be without the right gear. Two steps up, three steps sliding back — I had no idea what I was doing. All I knew was I didn't want to die. The landscape romanced and terrified me. We were in Narnia, peaceful and quiet, closely watching for every place my feet would go.
This blog originally began as an aid to writing my thesis. It still is, though for a while there I moved terribly slow — two sentences down, then three backspaced. The major change is that I need to talk around, below, and beyond all things attached to intimacy within art. The musings to come may just stay here — and have their resting place here. I may come back to these things, or they may come back to me, knocking at my door months or years from now. Here, in this space, I can be completely me, unbounded by outlines and ecstatically moved by tangents. Unveiling Intimacy isn’t the place for my thesis, but the territory for ESCAPING it.
So here’s to re-beginning.