I've been thinking a lot about juxtapositionality these days: working in my banff studio outlooking onto Cascade Mntn and its various faces through weather changes; flitting off to toronto for a meta-presentation, that is, talking about the work i am currently (not) doing in banff, and then flying off to the Griffin dinner with all its attendant opulence and grandeur; blue Pumas from Q-street and blue/airbrushed toenails from further west on Queen; racing off to calgary to help larissa celebrate her newly-minted phd; and full circles back to banff and studios and writing...

In the novel ms, I've been playing with historical coincidences, and at this point in the second section, the lead character is attending a boarding school in Jhansi run by german nuns, this just around the time of the onset of the second world war. Was wondering what it would have been like for these nuns (this convent based on a historical reality) living in india where there was all this anti-british/quit-india sentiment at the same time as the country was allying itself with its colonizing rulers against axis aggression. A line from
Casablanca came to mind when Bogart/Rick is telling Bergman/Ilsa that he remembers the very details of when he last saw her (before she abandoned him at the platform) where he says, "The Germans wore grey; you wore blue." And so, I suppose, what with longings for juxtaposition and moving in and out of historical and present realities, here i have photographic play, blue clad and painted on feet, grey passing over and obscuring mountains. Blue & Grey. And spaces in between.