Tuesday, September 26, 2006
DAY TWENTY-ONE: PROVIDENCE I
The man who begins the jackhammer at 8:30am on Carpenter Street sounds as if he is trying to do it gently. I appreciate his attempt.
Today is delicate and slow. I need more sleep. Jen goes to work, I clean up from last night, and Scott makes phone calls and does work on his computer in the front room. I met Jen in college in an English class, and met Scott within the first few months I moved to Providence after college. I introduced them but can not take responsibility for the relationship that has developed since then. Last year I was the officiant at their wedding.
Scott takes me on errands and we swing by his studio in North Providence. He is a photographer and shares it with Deb Dormody, a book maker (if'n books and marks--her side is to the left). She was at the Book Klub last night. Their bathroom is papered with posters for Providence shows, past and present. I relive several of them while looking. Scott frames a photograph for a show in North Adams, MA where he had a residency and is doing a photo project.
Suddenly it's 6:00pm. What happened? I sink into the couch for my planned 3:00 nap. Jen has other plans for us. We run, get take-out Cambodian food, and watch "The Devil and Daniel Johnston." It's the recent film about the musician and artist whose songs are as much about relatable emotions as they are about his manic depression.
My thoughts today range from chemical toxicity in our bodies (aided by a National Geographic article), over-identifying with Attachment Disorder descriptions, and wondering if I'm not making this project everything it can be. Note to self: go to sleep.
The man who begins the jackhammer at 8:30am on Carpenter Street sounds as if he is trying to do it gently. I appreciate his attempt.
Today is delicate and slow. I need more sleep. Jen goes to work, I clean up from last night, and Scott makes phone calls and does work on his computer in the front room. I met Jen in college in an English class, and met Scott within the first few months I moved to Providence after college. I introduced them but can not take responsibility for the relationship that has developed since then. Last year I was the officiant at their wedding.
Scott takes me on errands and we swing by his studio in North Providence. He is a photographer and shares it with Deb Dormody, a book maker (if'n books and marks--her side is to the left). She was at the Book Klub last night. Their bathroom is papered with posters for Providence shows, past and present. I relive several of them while looking. Scott frames a photograph for a show in North Adams, MA where he had a residency and is doing a photo project.
Suddenly it's 6:00pm. What happened? I sink into the couch for my planned 3:00 nap. Jen has other plans for us. We run, get take-out Cambodian food, and watch "The Devil and Daniel Johnston." It's the recent film about the musician and artist whose songs are as much about relatable emotions as they are about his manic depression.
My thoughts today range from chemical toxicity in our bodies (aided by a National Geographic article), over-identifying with Attachment Disorder descriptions, and wondering if I'm not making this project everything it can be. Note to self: go to sleep.
