Friday, May 31, 2013

1. Sharing with artists and the mirror rock 2. Crush interview in a yellow jeep 3. Savannah Viewing Vista 4. Burning popcorn/anthropology

1. Sharing a room over the summer with two other creative women I know from school or town. They are filmmakers and musicians. I've been at a flea market and come back with a big stone that looks like a big angular mountain range covered in mirrors. I go to put it with our current art piece, which we have installed in our window sill. Currently, there are portraits of us, big 1foot by 3/4 foot ovals where we've blown up photos of us as kids. We then taped sweatshirts to the glass underneath our faces, and put our sweatshirt arms around each other. Then there are "talk" bubbles where we write what we feel about the day and how we feel about each other. I can't figure out where to put my mirror rock. Sometimes I feel in on the joke, and sometimes not.
2. Sharing a room over the summer with M. He sees me come home with a bunch of newspapers from the convention and gets that I'm reading them to be better in touch with my crush. He says "Ok, so tell me about your boyfriend," in a singsong voice. He takes me for a ride in a yellow jeep.
3. The whole gang- we can't believe our luck. We knew there were supposed to be some good photos out of this, but this is unreal. We are in a white hallway with large arched, noglass windows on either side and as we look out the window we see different things as they begin to engage with us. We peer out the window at lions, a whole pride. They come by us. The other window, we see a flock of birds and then have the option of riding on the back of an airplane. As I'm looking out onto the airplane vista, a lion comes into the hallway from the other side. It brushes up against me, and the stands in front of me. I'm holding its teeth as we both look out onto the airplane vista. Then tigers start coming from the lion vista window.
4. Waking up to the smell of "burning popcorn." I ask myself these questions in relation to the smell: How does a culture know when to be scared of something? How can they tell when something is a trick or a lie?

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