Letters to HITA
1.
Last night I had the UR dream of falling in love with the unavailable woman. She ended up going into a mental hospital (her parents sent her there) and I went walking and climbing in an abstract landscape, isolated from any humans
all the time trying to recreate the letter and the spirit of this penultimate love experience. This dream seemed to help me
incorporate the traveling in Berlin and Antwerp-overcome the feeling that too much has come into a relentless stimulation of all my senses.
11/20/23
Saundra Fleming, Antwerp
2.
Dear HITA,
One day, when I was three years of age, my mother showed up with
large purse which had a peacock emblazoned on it and detailed with
rhinestones about the size of my baby fist: aquamarine, red garnet,
golden topaz, and emeralds. I was entranced by their sparkles of light;
And all of this quite amazing when I suddenly realized
my forlorn little box of crayons, when employed on paper in such a manner
(Yet to be discovered by me), could be the carriers of such enchantments.
Tim Murphy