Cheap Heels & A Dime Store Dress
I’m writing a story about this dress. It’s filled with current events, magic, waking the dead and accidental vintage clothing. I plan on doing something with the story. I plan on sending it to Literary Magazines, places that it can be read on on clean matte paper with rich inked images. This is what I want for the moment.
Day 40: Part 2-Our Lady of WTF
Feeling your body going into sensory overload is not a good feeling. PART 2: I don’t turn off. I don’t go blank. There’s a million different messages hitting me all at once. There is no blank canvas with me. I find half a key. What does that mean? Wondering if I’ve locked myself in or closed the door and locked something out. HALF - A - KEY I’m talking...
Day 40: Part 1-The Wolf
I’ve taken a few days to figure out exactly how to write this. Day 40 was intense and in parts. PART ONE: I used to dream only in black and white until one day at fifteen years of age I closed my eyes to see color for the very first time. That was the year my straight hair turned curly as well. I mention this because I was dreaming in black and white again. I dreamt from the eyes of...
Day 39: Elleguacita
I went down to the crossroad fell down on my knees I went down to the crossroad fell down on my knees -Robert Johnson Oh Robert Johnson you didn’t sell your soul to the Devil at all, those silly people thought you did but oh no. You just made a pact with my dear old Daddy, Ellegua, Papa Legba guardian of the crossroads. Did you bring three pennies too? I hear he tuned your...
Day 38: Notes from the Birdcage
. Black birds consume my thoughts, birdcages, spindly ones with odd accents, and chipping paint. I’m thinking about stormy skies and tarot decks. Thank god I’ve fallen in love again. How could I have painted these if I didn’t. I’m thinking about Jim Carroll and how I should have kept in touch. I was such a stupid teenager. Just random thoughts, all day swirling and...
Day 37: Forgotten
I lost track of time and lost day 37. Thirty six may have actually have been 37 and in that case I don’t remember 36. Do you see now what happens when the days blur together? You lose your 36 and 37’s.
Day 36: Sinister
I generally avoid temptation unless I can’t resist it. Mae West Question: Can you keep a secret? Answer: My house is full of other people’s secrets. That’s sinister. Question: What about you? Can you keep them? Answer: Maybe. Maybe? Question: Would you like to make a secret together? Answer: *finger to mouth* Shhhhhh The Symbolism of...
Day 35: God Save the Queen
“The only way I’m going to get through this day is by wearing a velvet dress.” I tell Melissa a few minutes after waking her. “I love that you’re dressed fancy for the morning.” “Let’s get brunch.” By the time both of us had checked our emails and answered our phones we knew what kind of day it would be. Luckily I found this crown to save...
Day 34: Time & Passion
“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity!” Edgar Allan Poe There is not enough time in a day. I need to paint, to write, to upload images, and make prints. I struggle with time. I struggle with wasting time, and spending time, spaaaaannning time (You remember Buffalo 66 right?). I bought an orange moleskin to help me plan my day. I tend to get caught up in...
Day 33: A Series of Strokes
I didn’t realize how much I needed to paint. I got so caught up in losing time I forgot how to get lost in it. And then The Tower came in a series of strokes. I wanted to finish before time ran out, before everything got held back again. I had to stop writing. You see my handwriting was not mine anymore but it was definitely hers. When I mention her, I’m referring to Holly. I...