next wave

parachutes for ladies. new pals. last day. happy snaps.

new defences; my chest hurts

these are fun things i have been doing lately
i like this one: (click to enlarge)

i don't like this one:

embroidery soothes me. clears my head. makes me feel steady.

basement

the first tears you pushed, i put in my mouth. salt on my toungue; mingling with your sweat - dry on my skin.

volume one

favourite record, favourite song. makes me feel a little bit terrible and a little bit beautiful, like when you breathe in hard, sharp and fast. i know this is important, pain is important; this time is important.

running animals for marisa

the first from jorja's wall, the second from jorja's art book/my wall - 'bernard chasing a stick'

expell; except, accept, manipulate, expatriate.

coming home i feel like i need to vomit. wake up at 3am, sleep evades so i bake and then toss turn until i force myself out into a morning the sun is ignoring. yellow street light shines through a steady shower of rain: cool on my face, working through my socks. biscuits warm in back pack, presents pressed tight to my chest. this is all i am.
my mouth, dry, feels like it's bleeding, my tights around my ankles... here is your card; metallic and hard on my fingers. i'm caught and twisting on, in your rope - freshly purchased. my sister's smiles cut through glass, heating the empty.
i try to write in our book but nothing comes - i feel bland, would rather feel your presence in all proximity. i miss you; solid and stubborn.
it's him i want to warm my feet. i'm bleeding now; i can taste it.

the bisonicorn (a bison with a unicorn horn)

my sister has a blog. (http://bisonicorn.blogspot.com/)
i have an unbelievable need to write after i read her posts.
this is what happened last time in response to her post 'prayers for 6 year olds' (http://bisonicorn.blogspot.com/2010/05/prayers-for-6-year-olds.html)
the first bit is directed to her, the second is directed to another.

the embroidery is a photocopy of part of a letter to skye.
i had forgotten how much i enjoy needle and thread!
it is peculiar sewing into paper (cartridge paper is no good! i used a page from my journal) as i have to be much more careful than i am when using cloth... but i think as a finished product, paper looks much better.
i'm going to use these patterns and colours in my rat drawings; surrounding them with embroidered regurgitated matter (rather than inked).

here is a picture of a bison. you can draw a unicorn horn on it.

salmon

i'm part of a performance called "i thought a musical was being made" as part of the next wave festival in may.

here is the flyer (click to enlarge!)

there's a really interesting mix of people involved. we're performing on the lonsdale/russell intersection. the audience will be watching from the second story on each of the corners. they will wear headphones, listening to a soundtrack that interacts with what we're performing on the street. here are our moves:

come!

this is for the two year olds who cannot be understood because they speak half english and half god; shake the dust

i can't breathe properly when i watch this. jorja showed it to me last night.


before the outside world of parking spaces and dead friends came flooding on in and we forgot what we wanted and we became what we've become





i was here. i was here motherfucker and aint none of you can write it in the spot i just wrote it in