nika rebekah

it's surprising how wonderfully mossy mucky alive it is here. everything is already growing, budding, quietly anticipating sunshine. january is past, my graduate school work has past, now onward & outward towards the realities of life: job-ness, structure, meditation vs. coffee, self-betterment, activity vs. hibernation & stagnation. much to anticipate: acceptances/rejections, assimilation into the workforce, pushing forth artistically.


lia & i are a fully domestic force. cooking & cleaning is a much more desirable endeavor when there is someone else there to appreciate & reciprocate. in this hibernation of winter, i feel fortunate to be in proximity to my number one.

a night spent consoling lovelorn c., dressed in bathing suits, us: three sardines in the claw-foot, soaking, scalding, sweating out boy-frustrations & drinking beer by waxy bathroom candle-light.

lia suggested a proper celebration of my completion of applications; eating pho & a full-priced movie: broken embraces, the new almodovar, which i did love. & then coming home & drinking cheap chardonnay. being drunk & poring over a pile of kiki smith books, thinking, yes please can this happen every night? art books + drunk at home are perhaps how i will envision this winter looking back nostalgically.

skye was here for a moment & i whisked him from place to place in a frantic effort to show him my portland. my favorite afternoon was spent sipping stumptown & observing a placid winter blanket of rain through the vast windowpanes in the lobby of the ace hotel. & having our pictures made in the best photo-booth ever, which is made mostly of mirror & has "you are beautiful" etched just below eye level.