…to see the artists of the turf rise together.
I had the glorious opportunity to spend an evening with a photographer, a field botanist, a magazine journalist, an engineering student, an owner of a prominent literary magazine, and a team of managers and interns of a printing press that sprouted in Philadelphia and took roots there and elsewhere.
How do these people find each other?
No! It’s not just that.
Listen. Do they go to school imagining these literary and artistic and sophisticated friends that they’ll meet one day and, lo! they appear? Do they gravitate towards one another by some spectral ferocity that animates from the spine and burrows through the flesh? Maybe that’s disgusting. And sure, it could be as simple as sending a tweet to an account that looks especially “literary” and “artistic” and “sophisticated.” I’m dramatizing this, but it should be said that these relationships shouldn’t be taken for granted, and that for artists to meet is a beautiful happening. The energy from last night is stellar–is!
Not was. Is. Still feelin’ it, people.
It remains and thrives until the next meeting of minds. Golly, the pretension of this statement. But how true it is!
Okay, without all the crazy talk, I’d like to thank for the umpteenth time The Head and the Hand for putting on a lovely night with some very lovely people, Nic Esposito and Linda Gallant especially. That, my friends, was a big ol’
Have a good morning/afternoon/night/perpetual state!