Still Moving

WHO DO WE BECOME when we've lost the thingsthat de ned us? When Linda Durham shutteredher internationally acclaimed art gallery of thirty-three years, she found herself navigating a sea of bewilderment. Risk-taking had long been the tour de force of her life. But had she failed, or had she succeeded? Change alwayscomes at a price. rough delicious and dark, scintillating and salacious truetales of planned and accidental intersections with the exoticand quixotic, Durham pits her real self against her ideal self ina lifelong journey as serpentine as the Mobius strip her fathermade for her more than seven decades ago. On stage and o , Durham creates and is created by story. Raven spirit tattoos onboth shoulders, wanderlust in her eyes, she danced in ceremony with tribal Kachinwomen, chanted "e;Free Gaza"e; from aboard the seized Audacity of Hope ship, was curedby a Voodoo priest in a Haitian cemetery, slogged through the tempestuous lands'end at Tierra del Fuego, and breathlessly summitted Kilimanjaro. Everywhere thisaround-the-world traveler wandered, she chased the ghosts of her own ignoranceand arrogance, culled clarity from confusion, and dug herself out from the crushingnumbness of defeat. Durham unabashedly pulls back the curtain on loves lost and found and on a lifelived richly and openly amid fair fields and foreign wars, in places sacred and profane. Her incurable optimism gives inspiration and voice to the struggles of women worldwide, empowers those of us who feel derailed by a world out of control, and frees usto open the door to love.