Tuesday, August 10, 2004

a trip to the city...

In Jerusalem I had my first cup of authentic Turkish coffee. Ok... so that was the name of a resteraunt somewhere down a side road of downtown Minneapolis. I drank it from a beautiful little cup-- white with triangular blue and gold patterning around its rim, with a saucer to match. I drank it with baklava and it was the most incredible experience my taste buds have had in a long time. There were 3 cardamom pods floating at its surface and it became gritty towards the bottom-- a frothy black sensation of pure beauty. And this I must remember to paint.

Paint the cup with its pretty little saucer and the Turkish serving thingamajig beside it. Remember this Jessie. Paint it.

I also came home with red hair. Color has got the best of me. I need to learn when to quit.

But one more thing: I decided to keep a journal of prompts for my painting. I have something in mind-- a painting of my inner psyche. The dreams and strange images the nestle themselves deep in my brain. The place where snakes of thought curl themselves and hide exept for odd moments. Full of color and life and dreamscape where nothing makes real sense but makes me who I am. I need a journal to help to capture these images long enough to make thier way to the canvas.
I am finally beginning to realize how writing and painting are a single entity for me... as the writing life slowly works its way back into my body and brain. Finally, I am beginning to feel whole once again.

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Don't really know who you are or that you'll see this, it being such and old post. But directly across the Jerusalem Market is an amazing Southern Indian Restaraunt, Udupi's. By far the best indian food in Minnesota, and the best I've ever tasted.
Last time I was at Jerusalem Market I purchased all the tools for making the good coffee. Get in touch and we can have a Bemidji Coffee Party!