Inside the chapel at Girard College on Martin Luther King Day, with the Philadelphia Orchestra and CAPA high school choir.
Negative space drawing: eraser on charcoal background
Night gleaming by. Brick, concrete, lights lit and unlit, continual pantomime of red to green. The dance of the inanimate which evening tempers into the empty city after-dark. If you focus on the negative space the objects which claim it lose their urgency of presence. They connect where no confluence ever was. If you pedal harder the wind draws further into you.
View of campus dorm buildings from Dana lawn, during Great Books week
July 28th, 2017
This is my happy place, among many others. But this place is extra-special — where there is so much space and time to think about the books we have read, lift their words and passages into acute focus, listen to the voices of others’ thoughts, discover new things and ideas and possibilities. Everything about being here I love — the green of the trees, the glints of daylight on the ponds, the solitude of dorm life again, the diverse crowds of the dining hall, the clouds which seem painted onto the sky. The many and varied conversations one might have during lunch or dinner, all of the stories the older generations have to tell, the music concerts at the chapel on the hill, the films, art museum tours, lobster on the lawn! The feeling of my mind expanding to embrace so many of the things I love at once, my heart full to bursting.