Summer Hotel Retreat Day 3

Feeling homesick.  Talked with Kevin on the phone this evening for an hour and a half.  Here's a photo of a prop he sent me, for the video/play he's collaborating on with Darrell Alvarez for SFMOMA.  It's a crown of thorns Takming Chung made out of canvas and chalk.  He painted it black, and while it was wet, rolled and shaped the canvas around his head and inserted the chalk and then let it dry on his head for 8 hours.  Artists do amazing things.  Around them, I feel so incompetent with physicality.  The black ball thingy it's perched on is just for display and is not a part of the project.

Kevin said he was a little down as well and that talking to him, I "diverted" him.  And I was like, diverted is a strange word to use, isn't that something you do with traffic, like divert it to another lane.  So then we talked about the various meanings of divert and diversion, and this is why it was so easy to be on the phone for an hour and a half.  When I said to Kevin we lived in a police state, he said that someone could be listening into our conversation right now, and then we discussed whether they would have been amused, and we agreed that it was a fun lively, conversation, and that they probably would have been amused.  Kevin told me his father was at the Battle of the Bulge, something I hadn't heard before.

Here's a little wail:  I want to go home.