Mid-May Reflections on Love

It's a sunny spring day, the perfect middle of May day—the kind you imagine when you think of the promise of summer just around the corner—a little breezy, bright and blue, just shy of 70 degrees. And I'm spending my afternoon writing—well, clearly I'm writing, but I'm taking a break from Capital W Writing to write this here.

Intermingled with my day of sunshine and Writing about Art, is a little bit of sweet nostalgia. A year ago tomorrow, I met a pretty terrific guy. Am I really blogging about my boyfriend? Why yes, yes I am. Because, truth be told, he's become a pretty important part of my life.

My mind is not all art and politics. Turns out, I've got a whole lot of space in there for love. As a matter of fact, most of my thoughts about art and politics revolve around love, around relationality, culture, community, the ways we share this space with each other...

But I digress.

I will spare you all the details of how and why I love him. Suffice to say, I do, and I'm grateful for all he's brought to my life—a great amount of joy and a great amount of growth; I'm grateful for his gentle and patient ways, for his wisdom, his thoughtfulness, his amazing heart, and, I'll admit it, for his ridiculous handsomeness.