"Just because it’s Devil’s Night doesn’t mean you can step off the page." I said to my painting. "All of you get back in there."
And they all slowly with heads bowed stepped back in a got into their respective poses.
Now there’s food for thought. I asked you to send me links via twitter, things that were inspiring you, what you were reading, music you were listening to, and images you were looking at. “Over-saturate me.” I said.
I will become what you make of me. I will adapt to different aesthetics creating a new being. I will kill of parts of myself that are no longer needed, shedding that old skin and becoming the snake. Snakes can adapt.
Part of a snakes adaptation to their environment is shedding. They shed by wrapping themselves around a tree and letting their old skin slip off.
I slept 2 hours.
I may or may not have eaten a lot of raisins.
blogging, photographs, painting
Email from Dennis Preski: Something is definitely happening. Yesterday I saw Legba on the bus ride to work, and last night I dreamt about your Burroughs painting, and graveyards. Today I feel drunk without having had a sip of anything, and keep holding on to my deer skull. It may just be that tomorrow is a big day spiritually, but everything feels…slippery.
Oddities: Before bed the Amy Winehouse piece seemed to be moving, like she was going to step right out of the painting. Shadowy figures moved about the apartment. I remember my Godfather saying: “Your house is like Grand Central for spirits.” It was Halloween now, the veil thin, oh so very thin.
List of Links Sent To Me:
@Vonvolkova sent me a special podcast where she read me a story. Oh what a voice does she have…