Post published in January, 2014
I loved Madeline Gins. I loved her as a friend and collaborator, as a sometimes co-conspirator. I loved her as my parent in New York. I loved her as the truly original spirit and intellectual light that she remained until early this morning.
I loved that she was not going to die.
Madeline loved me. I felt this as a wet-nosed 25-year-old boy just arriving in New York. Madeline was the first to take me under her creative wing and give much needed guidance. Arakawa—her great life partner—too, but it was really Madeline who trusted me, for reasons known only to her, with real and important responsibilities. It was Madeline who forced me to become more than I was. It was Madeline who made me face up to my potential. This was one of her many gifts. A gift given to all who ever worked with her.
As a result, Madeline stole my then adolescent mind only to give it back to me later (much fuller and more flexible), but she also stole my heart and never gave it back.
Madeline and Arakawa always opened everything. They opened their home. Opened the nature of experience. They opened our young minds to the worlds they were exposing, to the almost childlike joy they took in our life on earth, to the act of perception, to their bold and ever-becoming enterprise of Reversible Destiny.
Madeline Gins, I do not say goodbye today. I only say thank you. Thank you for everything.
A note and follow-up on the video above
In response to Madeline’s suggestion, “if the three of you can show me other ways that helps you, that would be nice, because I’ll put it right in my proposal” my kids proceed to orchestrate an impromptu music making session using the outer walls of the Bioscleave House.
Madeline joined right in.
She can be seen briefly in the following clip, fully there with the kids making a merry noise. And perhaps you can also see, at the end of the clip, how the place is filling them with life, even as they do not fully understand how.