Shifting Sand

21314817_10213838344654386_7905994665342822292_nThe islanders are preparing, in their individual fashions, for the imminent threat of Hurricane Irma.

I have been avoiding the media.

I have gathered camp type food and equipment. I need to make sure I have a deck of cards.

The authorities will surely call for an evacuation.

Having lived in  Florida all of my life, I find each hurricane experience to be different.

I delight in the writings of Carl Haissen, having read almost everything he’s every written. A one time journalist for the Miami Herald, he really has a bead on Florida existence.

Hiaasen’s openings hit you like the first blast of hot, sticky air on a Florida morning. They knock you sideways, and it can take a while to get your bearings. Pretty soon, though, you start to realize that the heat, and the craziness it induces, just ­aren’t going to let up, so you might as well go with it.

Like the ocean floor is constant shifting sand, so are these hours preceding the storm.

so you might as well go with it

 

 

 

Cosmic Infinity

k4Although largely forgotten after departing the New York art scene in the early 1970s, Kusama is now acknowledged as one of the most important living artists to come out of Japan, and an important voice of the avant-garde.

Her current show is Infinity Mirrors and it is breathtaking.

On CBS this morning, after a brief discussion, about the artist and her life, the hosts asked the spokesperson for Yayoi, “is she happy.”

My jaw dropped. I am perpetually surprised at the weird world that I live in.