From the General Motors Futurama Exhibit, 1940. Featured in the Harry Ransom Center’s upcoming “I Have Seen the Future: Norman Bel Geddes Designs America” exhibit.
recluse
slowly removing all forms of communique from my reach.
writing will really be like pulling nails..out of my dick (thanks to david rakoff for the misquoted quote). had one of those fantastically boring heart shattering moments.
now, i am leafing through my recent journal entries (literary spews — my efforts are hilarious) and I am laughing my face off. well, between faux tears of course (i can’t get my ducts working, so i am screwing my face up into a tight ball of sadness hoping they will come). so many words, billions of them, with billy the kid between them. oh dear. Billy, i think i built my world around you.
And of course, Billy the Kid has had his own world for quite some time. I am not in the lucky golden orb anymore. Wowee! this is hard news; unsure of how i would react…these circumstances though; inevitable. hmm. i have found a nice little cockle shell in my home to curl into. it’s cold here, the rain is trying its best to make up for my lack of anything at all. can’t weep, nor yell…or even order my coffee. feels like, for two days, I have been standing in my kitchen, hovering over something + pretending to find a bite to eat.
Who the fuck am i going to call at 3am, drunken and unhappy about some random piece of shit human? Who am I going to wistfully draw on the mist of public transport now? Where the fuck will I move to? Oh, Billy the Kid, I get it, I am supposed to try life on my own!? Well, I don’t think I want to, you’re YUM!
I’ve got a pile of letters on my desk, marked in a big red nikko, letters of the UNSENT. all these silly little memos about my trip, I was certain you would enjoy them…wordy morsel treats. WRONG. Golden Orb of Yes…has withered from my reach. Time for the shredder…or a time capsule, entitled “the time miss autumn loved truly…but missed the boat.”
To be fair, I’ve got my cat, some old books and a pack of gypsy kat tarot cards. But, I always thought, despite what the goosebags + old tart faced wisecracks said; I could have my cake and eat it too! With cream! With whatever the fuck I wanted.
Still alot to do, but here’s a sneak peak of a commission I’m working on.
wowee!
heyo mackay
so last post i spoke about what i learned… now i will mention what i know.
- billy the kid has stolen my heart + we haven’t even spoken in months, let alone been in each others physical presence for months (i write letters to him everyday..this is what we call illness)
- my cat is probably the greatest thing on earth. not only did he take two days travel in a car like a boss, he is owning the backyard like a true trooper. i am the saddest though, when he brings me ‘gifts’ from his night time adventures… these are not pleasant circumstances to explain to my younger siblings who have not even hit the double digits of age..
- work is not unknown.. several job offers since the change of government and everyone is desperate to secure funding..down side — there is no money to pay for my efforts…until funding is secured.
- my sixteen year old self was hilarious (sorting through photos for the whole 21st thing with my mother taught me this…think of three things; brooding, moody, lovesick)
- my family is very forgiving; i am super lucky to have quite a supportive base..i road tripped with a friend to brisvegas with my friend + didn’t have appropriate correspondence with them for a month. upon my return home (of which they did not know) i was given a bowl of lentil soup and a dad joke about something horribly unexplainable. yep.
- i have the dearest friends in the whole world. i sorted through about sixteen letters and found between the lines a whole heap of humans concerned about my well being. how sweet!
- i have my confidence back! four exhibitions to go to finish the year. some funding to come in to finish off my hand made letter sets printed via the ole etching plate. and a feature in the local gallery by the river of where i grew up.
- i dont enjoy the sound of amphibians squealing as both my pup and cat present me ‘gifts’ they have sought. ( i mention this again as — two little unrecognisable creatures are presented to my feet). eugh. how do you wean this behaviour off of creatures of this vein?
- some birds actually like eating chilies…of their own volition.. i saw a bird eat about eight in a go today.
- mackay is not a haven.
- rope is very useful. you can tie so many things — i carried my journals and a picnic basket with the front of my bicycle for about 8kms + had a jolly ole time.
- the ocean is a god.
love y’all.
good night internet.
Dear GOD
The new Dear Creatures collection is intense. These dresses (particularly the creme one) are st-un-ning!
vote yum, these are gorgeous. i love the tights also.
If you haven’t yet read it, take a look at this fantastic comic: “Why Nikola Tesla was the greatest geek who ever lived” but then read this fact-checking article.
