Hurray! The Little Red Studio is back for the fall performance season!
Opening night went fantastically last saturday. I had the pleasure and honor of painting Brandi, performing with Tito and gathering guests for the anointing with Kirsten.
And I get to do it all again on friday! Whoohoo!
I ’specially love how the mushrooms turned out…
Spent some lovely time at Seward Park this week…
There were big fat snails with doors that closed, curly seaweeds that grabbed my swinging feet and a skipping clam.
It’s an awesome park. Acres of shallow warm pebble beach and mellow forested slopes with perfect picnic hollows. and the sweet lil cafes of Madrona with their delicious cupcakey temptations are not far away, an easy stop on the way home.
Such a cute neighborhood… Even the lions and pigs are friends.
Sometimes it itches, snarls, struggles-clobbers you on the way out of your head and it’s kind of choppy, gnarly and raw.
Like this one:
Maybe it was the moon,
Brilliant,
full, staring me down
as I sagged into sleep.
Or perhaps, some subtle hole,
suddenly gaping cavernous, invited this
sucking, wrenching
inversion.
One casual, innocuous
moment of unconscious thought bit hard,
slithered, virulent and unappeased,
into my waking day.
Just unpacking leather, lace
and velvet, putting my finery away.
Everyone acting
as though it’s perfectly acceptable.
This tiny impossible closet,
this futile trailor slams me silent.
Fetal screaming-curling inwards,
defiance is not tolerated.
Knocked,
plunging skewed,
gasping at the vicous
fragments.
Collapsing synapses
shearing swift impulses,
cutting snap and
confidence.
Not anymore, not now, not here,
not me…
But still it violates,
shrivels, cuts to the quick.
I want to leave this place,
leave work,
get on the freeway
and drive.
Drive until there’s
nothing and no one
and I can
hear myself scream.
We were afraid they’d explode, like matter and antimatter…
Luckily they just exploded like longlost twin sisters instead.
Love is many things- foolish, ecstatic, oceanic,
healing, often crazy, tender, defiant, sad and a little bit sweet, or good and freaky, or gnarly as hell… But love is rarely safe.
Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy,
absentminded. Someone sober
will worry about things going badly.
Let the lover be.
Rumi, Translated by Coleman Barks
Had a delicious night… We did a bodypainting photoshoot at the Little Red Studio… Not only did I get to paint Alex the Firegod…
and KC the Oceangoddess
But we all drank wine and hung out with Coyote and Kirsten as they photographed us,
in all our multi-hued glory. The paintflakey wrestling match after was kickass and then we all got to climb into the shower together-whoohooo!!! And my new utilikilt got properly broken in, too.
I hardly drank any wine, but I’m totally inebriated on the crazy beautiful fun of it all!
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