Matilija was the name of a Chumash village by a river in what is now called Meiners Oaks about an hour and a half north of Los Angeles. It is also the name of a mythical figure of legend, Chief Matilija, which tells the creation story of the Matilija Poppy. It’s a love story, of course.
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It was the third day and I was crying. I didn’t feel sad, but it was just coming out of me. And my helper visited and I was crying and she said I could come down and I said, no, I’ve got one more night and I really am ok, I really am, I am just crying and I don’t know why and I will come down in the morning.
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My work involves many things, but at this moment it occurs to me, that it is about protection. That is not declared in my current statement. It’s in the art. It’s in the code. It’s in my favorite translation of attā hi attanō nāthō: “each is their own protector”. But it’s not in the statement.
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I no longer dream of the future…
The future is now.
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