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SIGH, Breathe. Just Breathing

Fernand Leger
The Post Card, 1932-1948.
Cartolina
Oil on Canvas, 92.3 x 65.4cm
The Hermitage
Ste. Petersburg, Russia
French Tubist/Purism/Futurist Painter & Filmmaker

At last, I can breathe back in my little corner, back in my little realm, away from the all and everything of everyday life; delving into the minutia of words and baking. What is is about baking that has become this sort of meditation for me? Somehow, when I’m creating recipes, I can feel something like the lifeblood of the ingredients, and the precision of bringing them together in a series of patterned events moves me; it quickens me as it slows me, leaving me and my beating heart to its’ own devices.

It feels good
it feels fami-
-liar to be
in my own
little room,
in my own
lit–tle home,
somewhere out
there in the
ether,
oscillating.

November 6th, 2007 — 7:34 pm

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