This week, I made a good rehearsal video of the new direction the new KH&D piece is taking. Here’s a little bitty bit of me with Ross Daniel.
This week, I took down Heartstrung. This is a time lapse video of me putting it up for the last time. Hey, did you know it came down each week and went back up every weekend during its exhibition? It’s true. <3
This week I’m sharing a photo from Heartstrung, which Talita Cabral and I opened earlier this month. This is the Heart Chamber, my favorite part of the installation.
This week-ish, I made this little piece of dance with Ross Daniel in KH&D rehearsal. We’re showing it later this month at Spoke the Hub.
This week, I made a video of my side leap, just to make sure I can still do it. <3
This week, I’m sharing a little dance material I made for KH&D about a month ago.
This week, I’m sharing a piece I wrote last week for poetry class.
My philosophy for the line:
Defining the line* is a waste of time. It is building a castle from dry sand: your hands will do the work, and you will end up with a pile of sand and a circle of voices arguing whether and when a pile is a castle. By now, the line has thrown off all but the most useless and defensible characteristics, such as: a line is a unit. Duh and so what? The line carries the weight of the past like we have a tailbone and no tail. Don’t waste your time.
Here is what I understand of the line from running my sighted hands over its face while I hold my eyes closed. The line is an intention. // It is figurative; it figures the poem, along with space, rhythm, meaning, word. It is a thing, not the thing. It is part of a balanced breakfast. // The line is a dance step. But what kind of dance are you doing? // The line is a brick. But are you building your house by laying bricks or sawing wood? // The line is a unit of control. It is as far as a poet will go before they want to stop, or want to stop you. // The line is chewing; the break is swallowing. The line is breathing; the break is also breathing. The line sets a pace for breath or digestion or your choice of natural process of taking in. // The line is enough. An amuse-bouche. A room. A photo op. A mind of its own. // Lines are whatever you want as long as they do the job. Just don’t fuck it up.
*It’s not just the line. It’s almost anything of art you want to pin down in the current age.
This week, I wrote this poem after James Tate’s “Lewis & Clark Overheard in Conversation.”
Oedipus and Jocasta Overheard
I’ll be keeping an eye out for you
This week, I’m sharing some time lapse video of me crocheting what turns out to be a heart. It’s for Heartstrung, the installation I’m building with Talita Cabral for this coming October.
thinking of Ariadne like what if the thread is the labyrinth
This week, I’m sharing some collage experiments from January 2016. The final version ended up in the first zine Olivia Junell and I made.
This week, I’m sharing a much older piece from Do a Dance! I made this in Omaha, NE in Summer 2016.
from Do A Dance (kh, 2016)
This week, I’m sharing a piece from my visual show Instax Arrangements, 2018, from back in April.
Cloud (kh, 2018)
This week, I’m sharing an improvisation with my friend Alex Pergament. We made this back in June.
This week, I’m sharing a poem I made earlier in the spring for a class at the New School.
This week, an installation experiment I made a couple of weeks ago is in the window at SMUSH.
Installation of fabric, cardboard, paper, glass jar, stevia sweetener, nail, and streamer curtains by Myssi Robinson
July 11 - 29, 2018 | SMUSH Gallery, storefront window
This week, Heather Warfel Sandler invited me to perform "Please, Do!" with her out on the J Owen Grundy Pier in Jersey City, NJ. <3