Burning Man Headquarters 10/27/06
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10/27 - my plane landed into san fran a few hours ago and i found my way to burning man headquarters, hiding my camera under my shirt and walking how my father taught me to walk in new york city; urgent, with purpose. a block long wall of bricks and a door with a sign ‘BURNING MAN’… i pressed a button, the door opened, i ran up the stairs, barged into a meeting, left lipstick smears on andie grace’s cheek, jumped with bex, danced with raspa and met maid marian for the first time. i gave them all presents and as i signed my prints, marian gave me the sweetest of compliments by calling my work ‘prolific’. as my prints were spread out on the bored room table, all i could do against their praises was remind them that this was all their fault, that to experience burning man is to see free people living their art. i remember my first year thinking i could do that, live free, live my art… and i have… i suppose i’m doing it whether i have perspective on it or not… the people in that office are partly to blame; encouraging and enabling me by creating my yearly playground that resets me, that i leap from into new places….raspa gave me a tour which turned into a photo shoot in the kitchen with a large metal spoon and afternoon light bouncing off it and his eye. i love that man so! such a muse! we rampaged from office to office and i met people there that i’ve known only by email for years. he showed me storage spaces and the old cork board used originally to map out the city. he gave me a fuzzy green flower… the temptation to smell it greeted me with prickers into my nose. soft things are not what they seem; a tricky gift from my favorite jester. the office is a virtual museum. burning man shwag thru the years on display in a cylindrical case. dried rats from different years at the ranch hung up on alters. photos on walls and the stories behind them. i am sparked to add to it, to their story, to be part of their history…
