The artist ruminates on current issues, daily rituals, and memories of past travels while in quarantine.
Jul 1, 2020
There are always beautiful days. Rainy days windy days. Watching the bare barnacles slowly turn green. We watch the news at night.
Little girl lost found with her nurse escaping from arranged marriage with old man in country. Marries someone else. Genji
Rescues her. Is attracted which makes her uncomfortable.
Drawing birds while confined.
How many gone.
Infinite emptiness of Buddhist suchness.
Tale of Genii by a woman in tenth Century Japan.
Place of women hidden but productive. Calligraphy, painting, music, dance`````
Reading—what is place of women in history.
Request to communicate with eels in the Tokyo aquarium. They miss human contact. The eels in the sand. Let’s call them. The line was busy.
Dreamed Ozu (my dog) licked my face.
Someone said now you will get it.
Woman killed in alligator. Attack. She walked right to the edge of the lagoon.
Sleeves damp with tears. Weeping willow Genji.
Memories: Black Hat Ceremony (Tibet).
What I took to be the coming twilight,
The time when evening cicadas sing was in fact the shadow of the mountain
how fiercely must those winds blow across those strands
During the time when endless waves drench the sleeves. Of one who is longing from afar
Reflected on the mirror-like surface of the pond where this ice melts away. Two faces unlike any in this world.
Films. Wings. Cranes are Flying. Bunny Lake Is Missing.
Poet Ras Rod walked around the parameters of Jamaica to protest plastics in the ocean. It took 45 days.
Now “shining a spotlight on entrenched inequalities.”
Looking at the past. Do things change?
We hear the voice of George Floyd
I hear the voices outside my window
We must change.
Love from Joan
Joan Jonas is an artist whose work is in MoMA’s collection. She lives and works in New York, NY. Her installation Mirage is currently on display in the Museum’s fourth-floor collection galleries.