Portobello, mint, parsley, lemongrass.
It is not so much where my motivation comes from but rather how it manages to survive.Louise Bourgeois 1911-2010 I am not what I am, I am what I do with my hands...Louise Bourgeois One must accept the fact that others don’t see what you do.Louise Bourgeois
Today I continue to celebrate life in details but also in the joy that adds two men to the spirit of celebratory thankfulness — music. Besides the birthday of Philip Glass, there is plenty of reason for celebrating two hundred and twenty-four years today. Franz Peter Schubert, the young man who composed the “Winterreise” (Winter… Continue reading Two hundred and twenty-four years ago, Schubert
No other composer, no public figure has ever played consequential roles in my life like Phillip Glass. It all began with a physical, mental, perhaps even spiritual shock in 1982, when I sat in Carnegie Hall and experienced his music for the first time. That year I moved to Boston, where, not long after that,… Continue reading Celebration Day — thirty-one