ships ahoy…..

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Oct 2018   So I write this blog entry whilst I stow away on a british cargo ship. Not exactly a stow away, in my imagination, yes, in reality, I am a passenger ( who thanks to an arts grant) was able to pay for my voyage lock stock and barrel as they say. This grant is allowing me to experience Africa, Canada, Indonesia and Japan this year. I have been onboard for about 6 days now. It’s been a fascinating journey  so far I must say, I also must say I can not wait to get off said ship, which is so funny to think about. It took almost a year to plan this, to find a good company, to think about the right time, to decide on points of departure…. This ship ride has been pretty perfect. The crew are very kind folks and the captain is also very fair. If the ship’s cook reads this please know that I was forever thankful for every meal. You know, so much of my work is about the history of America, it’s peoples. What they’ve endured, how the body endures, how memory endures. Duration, documentation, data: to me all these things point to adventure. I make a great deal of my work about this "duration", but in some sense I am uncertain of what it feels like from a historical perspective. My existence represents a people's will to endure. And I speak of the peoples forced on slave ships, and speak of peoples who pilgrimaged to unknown lands,...