LL Kessner3 minDear Donald Judd, A Begrudging Letter of LoveI’ve never given Donald Judd much thought. I remember seeing pieces of his at the Art Institute of Chicago (or somewhere) when I was...
LL Kessner2 minBe the Tumbleweed“You know, it’s art!” I said that in my snottiest voice, with my hand on my hip, when I was asked to move out of the frame of a photo in...
LL Kessner2 minTurned to StoneThe root of petrified is the greek word petro, meaning stone. When are we petrified? Could there be petrified forests in our minds? ...
LL Kessner2 minNot So MadIt seems to me that that last section was too angry. So: How to be not so mad? I know I do not want to be angry, and so I should just...
LL Kessner3 minAbducted by AliensFour-year-old Hugo said to me today, “Lindsay, I think maybe this is really a dream.” We were sitting at the table eating trail mix out...
LL Kessner2 minPlaces in DreamsI have seen these places before, in pictures I took. Of course I also saw them before in the world when I took the pictures, but because...
LL Kessner3 minMissing SomethingSay “Missing something,” and see what it assumes in your mind. For me, the phrase becomes positive and negative forms, but I do not know...
LL Kessner3 minLyingI lied in my story. Well not really, but kind of. I am curious why I did this when my project was so centered on exposing- or more...
LL Kessner2 minOrange SoapI don’t hate orange any more. If nothing else, this is evidence that deep change is possible. Dr. Z asked me once what a temper tantrum...
LL Kessner3 minHonor Thy Father; Part 3As her rage dispersed mildly, Alexandra hit the play button on her tape player to soothe herself with the cries of someone with pain like...
LL Kessner3 minHonor Thy Father; Part 2The following morning started off wonderfully. Alexandra went to breakfast at ‘Mickey Dee’s’ with her mom before going to a training...
LL Kessner3 minStarting SomewhereWhen I was fourteen years old, I submitted the following paper to my English teacher. “Honor Thy Father” “Daddy, why do you have to work...