When your eyes are not looking
I was speaking to my friend about Kazuyo Sejima and her building in New York on Bowery Street. I had started staying at the Bowery Hotel the last few times I went to New York on business. I was at the hotel for the first time when Tatjana called that my mother died. I am now wearing the white slippers with a large B written in script that I used at the hotel from that time. I brought them home in a daze, I wear them now with heavy memories, and now I bring them to Spain with me because they are light and great house slippers.
How was it that I was there and missed seeing Sejima’s building – how did I miss her? Have I not been looking at buildings, have I not been seeing the beauty that surrounds me because my head was down thinking of the woes that had beset me with my then current employment, my dying mother?
Time to open your EYES and behold – Rachel.
July 28th, 2012 at 2:29 pm
To be in another city, in a hotel room,
and get a call saying your mom died.
Sad…
You can’t be looking at buildings when you’re looking inside at the pain, Rachel… sheesh! Give yourself a break, girl. As for the big B on your slippers, I guess it COULD stand for BEHOLD. So when you catch yourself looking down at your feet instead of up at the buildings, remember that. HA!
(((HUGS)))
July 28th, 2012 at 2:58 pm
MUDD LOVE THIS – BEHOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!