daily life/art/culture/justice and how they merge, clash, & play inside my northern state of mind (set in Hokkaido and Minnesota)
My son has become very interested in an area of town he calls the broken railroad, a place where about four railroad lines converge near a factory on the northeast side. He directs me there, telling me, ‘turn right, go straight, turn left, turn around,’ etc. He has recreated this area in a drawing he […]
My son drew these the other day…I thought they were pretty sweet. He said the one with teeth is “Mom” and the other one is him, and he said the feet are Levi’s–who is a boy at school that he told me is his best friend.
Well, I don’t know how things went down last night wherever you are, but this clip made me cry, especially the trumpeter blasting out his solo. This impromptu party broke out on the streets of the West Bank neighborhood near the U of MN in Minneapolis. The people are erupting with joy, so no one […]