Tag Archives: Providence

George and Francesca: The Magic Box

Posted on September 27, 2019 by jillbpearlman

In writing about his friend photographer Francesca Woodman, George Lange talks about a “magic box” that he kept after she died in 1981, a box of relics – not only photographs but clips of hair, napkins, contact sheets, scrawled notes, … Continue reading →

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How do you know when you’re ready?

Posted on February 24, 2019 by jillbpearlman

Last week I presented a project that seemed unlikely to exist and equally unlikely to succeed, but it managed to do both.  It was a live poetry performance called Mirrors.  In spite of the simple title, every time I tried … Continue reading →

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The Breathing Gallery at RISD

Posted on June 2, 2017 by jillbpearlman

This spring has been cold and dark, and it rains all the time, and Trump is pulling out of the Paris Climate Accord. And I’m working on a dark book project.   As soon as I walked into the RISD Grad … Continue reading →

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Cheap Date

Posted on April 4, 2016 by jillbpearlman

April 4, morning blizzard.   The outside curtain is going from gauze to opaque.   Inside, the cafe is quiet, very quiet. A few stragglers have awakened early, and gotten themselves to a warm place. There is an undercurrent of cool beats. … Continue reading →

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Beam me up, Tavener!

Posted on March 11, 2016 by jillbpearlman

This week I watched Community MusicWorks in rehearsal as the orchestra welcomed and was perplexed by its new strange piece – “The Protective Veil” by contemporary British composer John Tavener. Its form is so unusual that it was hard for … Continue reading →

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LAUNDRY LINES

Posted on June 11, 2015 by jillbpearlman

AZORES BLUE nearly perfectly hung on the line; a middle blue of sea-washed expectations his three identical shirts; her blue scarf his four blue jockeys, strung like love along the shed

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Music is Music is Music is Music

Posted on February 26, 2015 by jillbpearlman

The beauty of repetition is when it breaks out of repetition and spins into infinity.   The beauty of seeing Philip Glass – master of repetition – is seeing how his endless patterning has lead him break into every sphere.   His … Continue reading →

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