Sunday, November 27, 2011

Tentacle Head

It is sunny but snowy and I am lying in my bed.  The room is large and unfinished.  We have been talking to a man who will install an Ikea wardrobe in the room.  He has been calling to come put it up.  But I don’t trust him and haven’t ordered the wardrobe yet. 

I tell my husband that there is no wardrobe and he moves the mattress to show me all the clothes under the bed.  There are no clothes, only paperback novels, a shovel and our daughter’s lost supply of graham crackers.  We are delighted to find the crackers and begin to scoop them up and place them on the table.
It is time to go to work.  We run around the house packing up for the day.  We realize that all the zombies might break things while we are gone.  We quickly build a room to corral them in.  It is during the building that we hear the rumble.
November 27, 2011
The TV announces that the mind control tentacles have taken over.  As the announcer speaks these words, his co-host shoots him in the head and the program switches to football.  We all run to the car.
All fastened into the car, we pull away from the house.  The rumble from the engine and our untentacled brains summons giant tentacles from beneath the house.  It breaks up through the driveway and eyelessly searches for the rumbling noise.  We cut the engine and push the car to the stop sign.  An ambulance races into the driveway.  The EMTs are looking for untentacled individuals that have been reported to Central.  We quietly try to slip past as the EMTs converse with the giant tentacle in the driveway.
We run into a Gender Bender Dancehall.  I am told if I want to be a boy at the dance, then I’ll have to wear a baseball cap.  That’s what boys wear.  I tell the kid at the check in that I have to speak with him.   I think he is safe.  I know him.  He has got to be safe.

I tell him about the thing in the driveway and slipping past the EMTs.  He looks at me and and asks, “Are you unfettered?”
“yes?  I just need to know what is going on here.  Look if you need me to wear a baseball cap to be here I will.”
“Let me help you a little more.” Then he opens his mouth and a wail pours out of it.  A wail like a siren- loud and purposeful.  I run.
I push past everyone and end up in a room full of lawn chairs.  I throw all the chairs to the ground, making passage behind me difficult.  The kids from the dance are moving quickly behind me.  I run out the door and into the car.

Friday, November 25, 2011

yetis in nyc

November 25, 2011

In the dream, my husband sends me away to hunt yetis in New York City.  I leave on the bus with a full suitcase and a coke.  I would like to shower and when I do I realize that the shower is exposed to the sidewalk.  All the boys walking down the street can see me and then see into my brain.  They see that I am supposed to find all the yetis.

The jig is up.  I am to be sent home.  I open my suitcase and find that there are no clothes in it.  All that I have packed are my husband's yeti tee shirt and the school papers from a young boy in 2nd grade.  I get on the bus wearing the tee shirt and a skirt fashioned from the papers. 

I never found any yetis.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Doll in Waiting

Doll in Waiting (Study)
For the Drawing a Day project of late, I have been drawing the toys laying around my studio.  This doll head has been keeping my interest of late.  The study above will be for sale in my Etsy shop.  If you are interested in it or any other art, excellent.  As for purchases, use the coupon code GLUTTON until the end of November 2011 and you'll receive 30% off your total purchase from my shop.  Kinda fun.
November 22, 2011

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Monday, November 21, 2011

Little Toy Skeleton

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Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Monday, November 7, 2011

Needfully Pushingpulling: Drawing A Day 2011

November 7, 2011
 The edges of the dream push into my reality. It makes the boundaries hazy and non-descript.  I reach for objects with certainty of their existence only to remember their soma life when I find them absent in the wakeful reality.  This causes me to question which is reality.

I am moving all the furniture out of my grandmother's house.  The smell is of saw dust and plaster and roses.  Faint traces of lipstick and coffee linger at the nose of the scent.  I pull the table to the room's center while the boxes of fabric still are piled on top of it.  Power tools are mixed in with the sewing machines and vintage jewelry.  I hear the cat purring by my head and am pulled away from my grandmother's back into my sleeping body.

I move the cat who is pushing his claws kneadfully into the waft of my hair on my pillow.  He hunkers down, purring and grumbling about my interruption in is nuzzling.  Claws dig into my scalp and then the cat goes flying.

I turn my pillow in an attempt to fall back to sleep. I begin to count the chairs tucked against the wall at my grandmother's house- the same room in which I was pushingpulling boxes just moments before in that other parcel of my mindworld.
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