April 1, 2011 5:30-7:00 pm
Marwen, Territories Exhibition, 833 N. Orleans St.
My favorite story, although the best humor will be lost in the telling here, is the story of a five year old boy who shared the rules about hugging at his school. This year they had been having repeated outbursts of head lice, so it was explained to him and then to me, why hugging and touching were curbed (to keep the spreading insects to a minimum.) His entire being undulated and pitched, elevated, and distorted, as he told us how the lice could crawl down the neck and shoulders and then up again. He hugged his father and smiled, his voice on.
Thankfully we don’t have the lice, because we were hugged at length by some amazing Hug fans. We were crossing boundaries in “Territories”, our performance on the ground floor exhibit at Marwen Gallery. The whole place was lively and strong, diverse in all ways. We beamed. We emanated some soft beauty that could be approached. We were vulnerable, considerably exposed, having longed for each other. Normally, there are feelings that fly toward us, pierce cooly, veer off; they keep moving past. Tonight was love as an extension reciprocated fearlessly, steadfast. There were those that took a long time to approach. There was honesty and art all around. Many thanks for all the HUGS.