Captured at the Threshold

January.

This year begins with thanks.

Thanksgiving 2007.

My very first time experiencing this American tradition. The stuffed turkey (unlike anything I’d seen before) and its juices transformed into gravy. Cranberry sauce on standby.

A generational ritual.

I didn’t quite understand, nor did I need to.

Love and a sweet aroma filled the air. And that was more than enough for me.

My heart full.

“Don’t move, stay right there,” he said.

Pencil in hand, wine in the other—flowing. Mark Kirkland turned me into a character of his own world, The Simpsons.

Its own kind of magic.

In seconds, he gave me the memory of a lifetime. The Gods marked it as the beginning of an adventure.

Around this same time I became senior staff at AbsolutePunk, where I would begin creating pathways to let artists and audiences gather at the table. Directly. Together.

My own way of giving Thanks to what matters.

Thankful for that moment, captured by a master. An artifact from the very beginning of a new Era.