november 2018


Earlier this fall I spent seven weeks traveling through Italy and France, including four weeks at a residency in Tuscany. Olive branches, watercolor pencils, creaky beds, dark hallways, tomato, almond, ghost towns, tagliatelle, Campari, attic windows, walks through the forest, stolen pomegranate. A terrace at dusk. Connection and deep laughter cut with extreme time alone, outside, wind blowing across my face.

When I wrote out my own Moon Lists this month they were undoubtedly painted by this experience. I have been working to figure out what to do with my feelings, which exist someplace between mere sentimentality, heightened gratitude, deep wonder, and a vague sense of mourning. When friends have asked about my time away I’ve answered, “It was great!” But…it’s complicated. I suspect that’s what we’re all working with, always. Next month I’ll try to give myself permission to find more words.


 Aiko’s Hands, by Imogen Cunningham, 1971

Aiko’s Hands, by Imogen Cunningham, 1971

 Louis Stettner - L'enfant à la patinette - 1952

Louis Stettner - L'enfant à la patinette - 1952