My Life From the Outside

This is an image I have imagined a hundred times. Our kitchen window overlooks a set of public steps and has no opaque curtains. Every evening I imagine our teatimes as tiny, absurdist plays. When Otto drops his spoon I wonder if at that moment perhaps a jogger passed and watched briefly. My tuesday open…

Eight new hours

Otto started school today, the first institutional care he’s had. From now on and for the duration of the residency, I will have four hours each on Thursday and Friday mornings of studio time, as well as studio-Sunday. This new rhythm delights me. And to think I used to have twenty-four hours a day and…