I know it's kind of frustrating to have me dropping all these breadcrumbs, but the incubation period has to be respected. It's important. :)
Meanwhile-- that problem piece? Look how awesome it will be once it finishes flaking and gets down to some serious rust building. Sometimes I think we're like this. I know it's a cliche, but, the more we go through, the more layers we build-up, the more interesting we get.
It's always kind of weird being introduced to people as some version of "that crazy mountain biking lady" and "artist", or "made this amazing woman out of a race car." That's how introductions are, --openers or whatever, but while that stuff is true, it feels like some press-kit fake i.d. somehow. I'm much more comfortable just hanging out, DOING something, and finding out about the person I'm with, or just being out of our heads-- playing.
Anyway-- show prep continues. Here is the latest version of the bracelet-- a double wrap now. This is two of them.
Yesterday I had another idea. It's a bit related to *new idea* in that it's off the map of my usual art. Check this out. What do you think?
When I was 18 I used to collect feathers I'd find laying around outside and make bunches of them to wear in my hair. It made me feel semi-feral and I liked that a lot. Lately I've seen some feather extensions around the web. Could be time for my long-ago idea to blossom.
Meanwhile, family stuff continues. One thing is my grandma is in the hospital again, more heart stuff, basically another chapter in her extended death scene. She doesn't get the internet so she'll not see this. But that's essentially what we're dealing with. she's 95 and has congestive heart failure. Her days are numbered.
I had a convo recently about aging with a friend and we agreed, what is really at the heart of all our concerns over sagging, wrinkling skin and other side-effects, is the fact that inside we still feel like the same vital, vibrant people we were in our 30's, and there is a growing-- gulp-- fear (there I said it) that we'll be dismissed as we get older; overlooked as people who have nothing interesting to contribute and aren't cool because we are older.
When I talk to, or am with my grandma I think about that. Our relationship isn't as baggage laden and a mother/child relationship; I've never needed her or relied on her for anything, or disappointed her. She doesn't like her body wearing out anymore than any of us would, even if she is 95. She is mad *the world* seems to expect her to just lay around and be okay with all this, waiting to die with a beatific look on her face.
For now I just give her the message in my way of being with her, "I see you-- YOU. And I'll keep seeing you, until you're gone."