and so this anonymously nude person arrives west.
a stranger in a strange land.
with perhaps even stranger ideas.
like maybe for once she can get a break.
is that so strange?
apparently it is.
on day 5 of my new life here said new roommate
shared that she will be moving.
that when she moves.
i too will have to move.
Can you even possibly imagine anyone misleading me this way?
would anyone in their right mind have moved in with someone, knowing that person was leaving?
i don’t think so.
who in their right mind would do that?
would i have set myself up to move not once, not twice
but NOW 3 times in a single year?
uh, again WHO would do that?
who in their right mind would move only to move again?
not this strange mind.
that is NOW my new circumstance.
i had partially unpacked.
all my art was ready to hang
she was leaving for the weekend.
i had time and space to myself
i decided not to unpack anything else
to settle what i had unpacked
and hang the art.
set up my drawing table.
because the truth is…
i need something around me right now that is mine.
something slightly tangible.
i haven’t a f-ing clue.
i know NOONE here.
i have nothing left to sell.
and time is ticking.
i might have until the spring.
i might not.
what is astonishing to me is how these events of my life
show up in my collage work.
noone could have planned this collection of torn imagery.
words to describe include: dunce, foot ( fish ) in mouth, loss for words, fool, foolish, blinded, blind sided, blinders on, stopped, loss for words,stabbed in the back, even that horse looks like a fish, could it be because now i live near water, and so female. the collage is strongly feminine.