Scripts

Poetry

Spirit of the Night

It’s midnight
She comes alive
Fish of the night
Swimming in the spotlight Drowning in the signs
Drunk in the shine
Lost by your side
Forever intertwined
She catches a glimpse
He said he likes her accent
As if that would change her mind

Light

In that night, I let my heart out
A light burning in the dark

Feed it

Keep it in sight

Keep it by my side

The light sways

I sway

The light reflects

I reflect

The light drowns

I drown

I almost give into the light

Longing to stay, but needing to go

I saw you at the park and I think you saw me too in my green turtle neck, but I let the moment slip away again…

Smoke by the Ocean

I smoke by the ocean

Inhaling life and death

Relaxing

Part 1

The Senses of Life

Good morning, New York City, another day to rise and sense.

The calm

The chaos

The rush

The sounds

The smells

In what we consume daily

Just our entire being

New York City, thank you for the objects that surround us

Part 2

Production

Dancing hands…

hands that mold

hands that hold

hands that express

hands that soothe

hands that gift

hands that make nothing into something

hands that bring into existence

Hands that make the objects that surround us

Part 3

Stillness in Doing

The stillness in doing brings about ritual

Ritual in a single handmade cup

In the act of drinking

Regularity in the everyday

Within chaos, there is tranquility

If you search for it

Possibly in the unknown

Possibly in letting go

Let us design for you

Let us decide for you

A non-decision

Among the objects that surround us

We spend our whole lives making decisions, big decisions, small decisions, why not let us decide for you just this once, just this one object.

( This was written for a three part video foreshadowing a new project of a cup being made for Cafe Studio Merch)