happy new year Hemphill!

Today we celebrate the life and love of Jennifer! 

happy birthday Hemphill... happy new year... 

I love you!

Sketchbook Exhibit at Brooklyn Art Library, NYC

And to make it even sweeter... today is the opening date of the Art-House Sketckbook Project touring exhibition, launching where it will full circle back to for permanent exhibit, at the Brooklyn Art Library, NYC.  Our S.BOOK, along with thousands of fellows sketckbooks, will be in Brooklyn through 2/27 and then off to Austin, TX in March. See all cities and dates here. There is some wonderful system in place where each book is bar coded and so every time our book is selected for viewing, we will receive a notification. How rad is that?

                       see our previous posts about S.BOOK here!

∞ ceci

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week thirty nine >> "blizzard's storm"

Hempfolklore falls upon our page again          click to view

"blizzard's storm"       click to view

I may never know what evoked such verse from Jennifer, these speaking to the "blizzard's storm," for as story surrounding this blizzard's storm seems to appear here and there in sneaky place in ZBOOK, Jennifer has not yet revealed to me what dream, story, poem, mindtrip, vision or momentary lapse sparked these expressions. I may never know, and that's okay :)  For the mystery is as simmering and internal as the winter's hibernation (sleep) and it's intense emotions (storms), and who is ever to truly understand the what's and hows and whys of nature, including the nature of a a mind's inspiration or a spirit's response.  And maybe the best 

clues are to be discovered in our own response to the artist's response to life, divining our own mysteries and myths around the myths the artist, the human, divines around the mysteries of they find in life.

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I am quietly delighted every time to discover a piece of my dear Hemphill's folklore expressing forth from a page in one of our books, or in a postcard or right here in our blog shares.  I always want lift the vail to peer inside, because I know that I'll only find a thousand more stories within it's essence. 

Thank you Jennifer, my dear Hemphill, for singing the songs of the ages.

∞ ceci

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enter here

"5:40 am"        click to view

Who knows where it all began, this page of word flurry.  It's fun to compare our passing of ZBOOK back and forth with each other over the years with the playful fun of girls passing notes between each other in class... and here is a page that is literally packed with actual notes to each other and other verses to the cosmos.  Jennifer and I, as this page reveals itself this week, enjoy how these morsels of expression bring us directly inside of a moment, dipping inside of our own stories, of which we may not know the date, but can recognize the FEEL, triggering our memories, like remembering bits of dreams... 

I don't know what day this journal entry turned verse is from (below), but I can picture the scenario perfectly ...a day in the life of Hemphill and cec roaming the streets of Isla Vista (IV), our potent lil' student town extending from our UCSB campus.
Hucking disc at dawn, 5:40am to be exact.  :)  Synergizing visions, getting into each other's heads like dancing synapes.  Discovering great little gems of spots all over IV and campus to commune in through drawing, tarot card reading, and other spontaneous rituals in honor of the magic of the moment.  The disc I speak of is of the frisbee variety, and huck it we O so love to do.  Back then we would aimFully stroll down the beachy streets of IV, Jennifer on one side, I on the other and we'd huck as we walked, back and forth, with one foot after the other in a full forward current, hardly missing a beat.  Of course there were cars parked at the street sides and so it became clear we were not only hucking disc, but also "saving cars" ...from their imminent risk of disc attack. For the joy of disc in not only in the huck but also in the thrill of the catch.  We became known as "car savers" as did our IV disc walking expeditions.  The only way to travel.
 

These (at right) are lyrics I wrote for a song I made with my band when I lived in
New York in 2001.  

 


These words (at left) I wrote the year after my accident during my last and best year at USCB (97-98). Ironically this was the year that all my PSLers, including Hemphill, were gone and graduated, but after my recoup time away, this last year was indeed my best personal year at SB.

"noticias"       click to view

This word flurry page reminds me of Z page "Noticias," however that one is more report and "5:40 am" is more rapport.  Baring no dates, the words of "5:40 am" are partial glimpses into stories, offering morsels of experiences.  (Just as I was last week with the word web in "Mapa," I am again reminded of Johnathan Harris' work)  It is fun to identify these lil' clues of our moments in time, each one holding a place from which we can enter the narrative of our lives.


∞ ceci
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names

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Jennifer recently wrote a comment in reply to the "Happy May 16th !" post from last week.  It is a great conversation to open up, especially in connection with this week's page of "Identity."  In her 5/25 comment she writes:

So, in this post, you have used many namings of both I and you... I like that, because it allows a fluidity to live in me with the nomen of J.

I was feeling a bit overused as J., starting to have a sense in myself that perhaps it is more like a signature (which is how I often use it) versus a calling name - though I do like it also... thus, please hear my jabble that i am feeling slightly confused in continuing to be called hear J. all the time

thanks,
~J~

I wrote a comment back to her today and I would like to share again here:

I hear you, here dear Jennifer Hemphill Gould, my cherished friend.  Strangely enough, I am quite unfamiliar with calling you by your name, Jennifer.  I, as with many of our ol' homies from school, have relished calling you by your incredible and wonderful maiden name of Hemphill, for practically as long as ZBOOK has walked this earth.  I have a long standing relationship and thus a heartfelt affection for your maiden name, which is as much your name to me as my name of cec is to you.  As we began to embark on a road of public arena with ZBOOK 4EVER, I tried out a route where I would call you by how you chose to identify yourself in here: J.   I hear you that, rather than a name, it is a signature.  Okay love.  My jabble now is that it is your name of Hemphill that flows so organically from my lips and my pen and my fingers as I type.  I will however, if it is your wish, refer to you as Jennifer in our blogging (with dashes of Hemphill here and there when I just can't help it! :) .  Of course I am aware that Jennifer is in fact your name, given and chosen for the world to know you by!  And I love it because it's you.  And I also love your other birth name, which I have celebrated since we were young pups. I love you Hemphill.

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And so let it be known... my dear friend and sister to my heart, Jennifer, is lovingly known to me as Hemphill, the last name she had before she did wed, her maiden name, her nickname in our PSL circle of college buddies, and an exquisite name to boot.  Her name first is indeed Jennifer.  Hemphill, I do love how you use your complete and full name of Jennifer.  I know you are also Jen to some people (and at first to me), but Jennifer to most and that is actually quite lovely in the light of so many 'Jen's in our American lives.  The choice to primarily use your full 'Jennifer' re-roots the name in its elegance and integrity.  It does speak of you. You do wear it well.  

PS(L): Please do feel free to call me by any of my names in here!  You did call me ~supercec~ in your comment in reply to 5/10's post, which you signed ~Hemphill... :)!  Sweet.  Call me Ceci, Cec, supercec, super, 6, super6... or even Cece which is what has organically flown from your fingertips on hundreds of correspondences to me from you.  I am your cec-ster 4ever.

love,

cec

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