its elusive and yet it controls so much (suzy)

time is so slippery. it goes so quickly, so quietly, and yet it controls so much of our lives.

we have not written since september. september!! i barely even remember what i was doing in sept. half of the month was spent making my way home from burning man, crossing our beautiful country with two cool women, and then in a huge flatbed truck full of that giant sculpture we had brought out. (for scale, that is scott and i sitting on the see-saw part. yes, it was a see-saw. yes, the star points lit on fire. yes, it was beautiful and insane.)

Imageso that all happened, and then i guess september, november, december, january were all spend doing work, finding artshows, traveling here and there (oh yea– alex, you and i got to share a lovely sushi meal on smith street in brooklyn, after i tracked you down waiting for me in the lobby *next to* my hotel;)

now it is february. and i think i want to blog more than once every half a year. maybe i will try letting the internet world at large what the best things that happened this week were. and maybe the worst, if there was like a worst-worst type thing. but lets hope to focus on the former category.

highlights of the past few weeks– scott and i and the cube gallery in atlanta threw an amazing art opening complete with lots of art sales, people dressing up and getting in his boat sculpture, and our friend charlie bringing a fire cauldron to keep people warm outside on one the rare nights it dropped to 30ish degrees here. oh, and our friends at the good food truck came to serve people yummy food all night. it was great!

'racecar driver' by scott dupree, 2013

‘racecar driver’ by scott dupree, 2013

we then hightailed it to houston for almost a week to visit scott’s parents. we had a mostly great time. a beautiful, wonderful, amazing friend of mine named adam passed away in a tragic drowning incident while trying to save another friend in hawaii. this was heartbreaking. adam was truly one of the best people i have met in life, and he was a huge part of what made me fall in love with SF. this happened days before we left for texas, and it made me depressed and mopey and made at the world for part of our trip, but i tried my best to let that go, and moreso to live life how adam always lived it: to the fullest, while making the most fun out of any situation. so, while trying to drill those feel-good, or at least feel-ok thoughts into my head, a lot of houston was really fun.

i got to catch up with a second cousin of mine who teaches art history at rice university  who was a joy to meet as an adult (as i had not seen her since i was 7 maybe). i got to know scott’s family better, which was great. we ate tons of good food, went to see some art at the rothko chapel and menil collections, saw the beauty of galveston island for a day (who knew houston was near the water??- not me!), and did a bunch of other great stuff, including meeting a couple who runs an amazing little pop-surrealist art shop that wants to carry our prints.

now, onto the second week of feb! tonight is an art auction, tomorrow is an art show, next week i was supposed to go model in chicago but that might be canceled- so i will see what next week brings… here is this, for now, on this friday. and, a PS. PS- i love love love you.

Poets are known, artists are known to fall in love almost every day. Their love is like a rose flower. While it is there it is so fragrant, so alive, dancing in the wind, in the rain, in the sun, asserting its beauty. But by the evening it may be gone, and you cannot do anything to prevent it. The deeper love of the heart is just like a breeze that comes into your room, brings its freshness, coolness, and then it is gone. You cannot catch hold of the wind in your fist. Very few people are so courageous as to live with a moment-to-moment, changing life. Hence, they have decided to fall into a love on which they can depend. “I don’t know which kind of love you know – most probably the first kind, perhaps, the second kind. And you are afraid that if you reach your being, what will happen to your love? Certainly it will be gone – but you will not be a loser. A new kind of love will arise which arises only perhaps to one person in millions. That love can only be called lovingness.

– Osho, From Death to Deathlessness, Talk #17

About suzyloves

i am flowers on the side of the road. 'yes' and 'joy' are important to me. i may not re-read what i write, and i never won a spelling bee, but i do hope you enjoy. the world is getting larger, and i fear our 'human-ness' is growing smaller. this is my attempt to connect. i do love you and i do miss you, so this is my hand reaching out so we can all be love <3
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