Launch of DYING LIVINGLY by Staci Bu Shea at Sans Serriffe in Amsterdam, with a reading at 6.30pm Thursday May 15, 6pm Greetings visitor :) Leave a message for my guestbook - https://www.yourworldoftext.com/~stacib/ 05.11.2025 Koyo Kouoh died suddenly. It has sent ripples throughout our global art community. I didn't know her personally but I've been touched by her work. She is an example of how to live passionately in relationships and with art. May the empty space of her absence be a site for flowers to grow wildly and bloom. It's mother's day. So many swirling reflections on it, but I realized for the first time–you know the glimmer of light that appears with recognition–that I've been mothered by plants lately. Milky oats, motherwort, and nettle have comforted and restored me in ways no human could since I gave birth to Joan five months ago. 05.10.2025 We visited Broken Circle/Spiral Hill, the earthwork by Robert Smithson, commissioned for the recurring outdoor exhibition Sonsbeek buiten de Perken in 1971, one year after he created Spiral Jetty. That unwanted boulder which sits in the middle of the broken circle. Isn't it incredible and not only sad that there's a lot we don't want but that is necessary? Later visited G's aunt's house around Emmen, a miraculous place that was built by hand with clay. A marble plaque with "Vertrouwen" (trust) ingrained into it hangs above the terrace. 05.09.2025 Spell for connection: my mom is with my grandparents at their cabin in the Great Smoky Mountains. They're intent on selling it soon. My grandma is really sad. It is, more than likely, their last time there together. Today I will wear a shirt that I hand-sewed a quilt square onto, a "log cabin" pattern given to me by my mom.