Burn Season (Patreon)

Hello loves.

Greetings from Bearsville, NY. I'm up with the birds and about to wander down to the pop-up to open it up, and crack my heart back open to the world. It's time. 

Yesterday: I did only things I loved. 

Out with the old in the night, in with the new in the dawn.....

I'm so happy. I will see and hug many of you at the events later today. I can’t wait to see your art offerings.

(Everyone else - I’ll get video and photos, I promise. You deserve them :)

.....

Last night was Bonfire and piano night @ my house, with the whole crew who are you from NYC and over from the UK to help inaugurate the pop-up. 

There was a lot of scrap to get off the land.

The sparks looked like stars. 

The stars smiled down.

It’s emotional and physical burn season for almost everyone I know. Can’t leave it on the lawn any longer....the darkbright season of tenderglass hearts and piles of aching debris to fling into the incinerator.

Goodbye, things.

All of this is practice for when I finally burn all the shit y’all mailed me in 2018 for There Will Be No Intermission. 

Believe me. I haven’t forgotten. The time is coming.  When that burns, I will know I am ready to be well and truly done with this miserable era - from which I learned so much, more than enough, everything I needed.

Thank you, Era. 

Thank you, Things.

Goodbye!

Goodbye!

Goodbye!

Meanwhile, I’ve been playing the piano for pleasure for the first time in ages, and I’m preparing the space for all of you near and far, and I am so happy I could cry.

To hold all these hands, my god.

It’s all coming together.

See you in a few hours, Graveside.

So very filled with love for all of you, each and everyone one.

Hello!

Hello!

Hello!

Final joke:

What's better than roses on a piano?

Tulips on an organ (get it?)

Just kidding

Eight hands on a piano, a.k.a. my favorite moment of last night (photo by Pony):

xx

AFP

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