Intangibles

A note flies on my wall, a reminder daily.  It was written by my friend, the poet Ann Kim, after she had caught a feather floating down the stairwell, as she walked the five flights up to my South Russell Street apartment.  In my studio I was at the easel, working on this painting.  Entering, Ann quipped, holding the feather, "Did your model just leave?"

St. Russell St. Angel, circa 1974

The note sent a few days later & typed below:

Dear James,

     The intangibles, the tangibles

 are not separate things but

manifestations of the same light.

     Friendship is why the angels,

who have no bodies or earthly

goals continue to concern

themselves with us.

                       Love,

                                Ann

I'd had a dream this morning of two artists vying for attention, one was a seagull upon a sandy shore, the other a vulture, with its graceful wingspan soaring high above the sand, looking, searching.  I'm presently working on a 2 party exhibit, and it seems there is a communication going on (both are positive, read not ire into the revelry).  Here us the influential wall to my right as I lie in bed:

On that note, Sing, Sing, Sing the international day of Song & Our Summer in the Northern Hemisphere begins today!