Ah, the power of the internet; recently hooked up with a friend in New York via Facebook who I had lost touch with long, long ago but remembered fondly; we now exchange comments and sentiments over the laptop. Just sent her a tip about a Spoon gig in a cakeshop (or potentially
a place called 'cakeshop') in NYC
and she sent back the photo from her mobile; so cool.
She also made me cry a lot the other day with her memories of 9/11; I had forgotten that she would have been there, so close and felt the whole thing so closely. Her words, someone I knew expressing such pain and confusion, really made it real for me at last; no longer something that happened across the ocean.
Bit of a list blog today again aside from this; thinking around the subject of my Mexican fairies and coming up with words to best suit my ideas.
First, however, some notes from cashjobworld. Noticed a new packet of Persil (that's PERSIL) washing capsules, pillows, whatever, called ' Naturals'. On the back of the pack -big f.o. panel with a black cross in it and the warning 'Irritant'. Ah. A Natural Irritant, obviously; gee, must wash my clothes in that and then flush it into the sea.
Second, more comically, I keep misreading things. Maybe my mind is on greater issues, maybe I am lazy. Today I read 'snow covered' on a tin of dog food. It said 'slow cooked'.
(Now I come to think about it, the truth is as stupid as the fiction...)
So; fairies... picture the scene, scenes, scenario.
twiglight
fragile
rhapsody
dusk
tarnished
fractured
tattered
wayward
delinquent
famished
fractious
turbulent
fretful
luminous
And I nearly forgot; one of those ideas that has been on a back burner can now come centre stage (mix 'em baby) - I had the idea when doing the boatman of using Stu as a model for female figures in a kind of transexual or indeterminate gender way; maybe my fairy friends are the cue I've been waiting for!
A year of Poverty, Painting and Food: Twelve years in catering over, my aim is to paint full time. Stu, my other half, is stuck as a chef feeding the x-thousand over an Edinburgh winter. His cooking tips and budgeting are propelling us through the year on a tenner a day, while I paint.. No comparison to Pablo's talent; I have just named my blog after the Paris studio where he suffered the twin purgatory of poverty and artistic ambition on the cusp.. I am emerging!
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