By Emma Sloan
A human heart shall surely break, by the time it’s worldly and frail.
From an attack, or
An enemy’s deathly siege.
Or from yearning for the embrace of a loved one long past.
But which is worse?
A sudden clogging of the darkened, winding hallways, that snake through one’s host.
Or the deep, electric desire of a soul that you know is forever beyond your reach?
I would choose to perish of heartache no matter my age and health.
You question why?
Because a tear shed for oneself would be the bitterest tear in all the world.
But a tear shed for a friend would be the sweetest.
Reflecting on Basquiat.
Jean-Michel Basquiat (December 22, 1960 – August 12, 1988)
The sock monkey was inspired by:
It has been delightful helping my student Brianna on her book and video project: Crow Visits the Farm.
Here are some characters we created out of old socks and other recycled material.
See more at: Crow Visits the Farm
We were particularly proud of the sock cow with sock udders:
Many have asked me- when did you start making sock monkeys? I wasn’t raised on them. But I did catch the fever in my adulthood. I believe it was 1997.
My dear friend, filmmaker Patti Henderson, and I were at a flea market and saw a vintage sock monkey sitting on top of a shelf.
In my mind- events greatly exaggerated I’m sure- we lunged at it at the same time, in slow motion. Patti won. And I’ve been chasing that first high ever since. Consuming me! I’ve made hundreds of sock monkeys since that fateful day. I’ve been a part of (through teaching, facilitating, inspiring, whatever) thousands since then.
This monkey is my GOD.
I often wonder what would have happened if I had reached that monkey first. Would I be who I am today?