“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
― Oscar Wilde
Party at Jeffrey Wengrofsky’s. He was screening two of his new films. I invite Amanda and she agrees to come. I tell her he’s the one that filmed “Party in Taylor Mead’s Kitchen” We’ve been a little housebound lately. Maybe we’re all feeling the Cancer energy.
The party was beautiful and it was wonderful seeing so many people there. The entertainment lovely. I love these hush parties in the city. They make me feel alive again. I’m realizing a bit about myself and my relationship to NYC. In order to feel the city I have to be in the city. I feel better walking along the streets of the LES than I do in Brooklyn, Queens, Staten Island, or Roosevelt Island. To feel the city I must be in it. I chant it over and over.
On the way home Amanda, Edgar Oliver, and I made our way over to Houston st. Edgar was chatting and walking us to the train. “Isn’t it a nice night for a summer storm? We could all open the windows and let our curtains blow inward and write on hard wood desks.” I said. “Oh that sounds lovely.” Edgar replied in that wonderful voice of his.
“So let us raise out hands and all call to the rain!” I yelled as the heat lightening flashed. We raised our hands, and called out. The lightening lit the sky, the thunder called out, and the skies opened. “Magic.” I said as we parted ways.
Meanwhile unbeknownst to me a secret message was being received through text on my phone. It all comes together now doesn’t it?
A bit of painting a bit of blogging and some inspiration
Content but hot
Two people mentioned the crystals under the city in different contexts
Painted and sketched
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