Goings On

Last night we aquired a plaid armchair with no cushions. Orion carried it home on his head. I am going to upholster it using an old sheet and my staple gun.
I fell asleep on Mykle's shoulder at the Kilowatt. Earlier we ate carnitas burritos and drank Coke from an enormous glass bottle on the red couch benches in the Red Vic movie-house, while watching the collection of Academy Award nominated short films. My favorite one was the film that won, called Wasp, and taking place in a working-class British neighborhood. It's a brief peek into the life of a VERY young mother who has 3 daughters and one son, all below the ages of 8. Yay Catholicism! (That was a sarcastic comment about the church's stance on birth control, in case you didn't notice.) Anyway, it's a film to break your heart. The single, wild young mum and her tribe of dirty little girls reminded me of the Denevans so much: floral print dresses, long snarly hair, playing in the dirt with dollies outside the silver trailer, singing pop songs and dancing in unison.



I continue to read the stories in "The Gorgon", by excellent authoress Tanith Lee. They really are quite amazing. There is a beautiful and dark one about a unicorn (I know, I know...)that reminds me of the excellent novel by Orson Scott Card-"Hart's Hope", which is impossible to find:




The Tanith Lee story "The Hunting of Death: The Unicorn" contains passages like this:
"And in that moment a white leaf blew out of the dark wood and flickered to the edge of the pool.
Lauro stared. He saw a shape, which was not like the shape of a horse, but more like that of a huge greyhound, and all of one unvariagated paleness so absolute it seemed to glow. He saw a long head, also more like that of some enormous dog, a head chisled and lean, with folded glimmering eyes. And from the forehead, like the rising of a comet (frozen), the tapering crystalline finger of the fearful horn. And the horn lowered and lowered to meet the horn of another in the pool. Where the two horns met each other, a ring of silver opened and fled away. Then the mouth cupped the water and the creature drank."
While some may be offended by the starting of a sentence with the word "And", I am not. It is like the author is breathless with the describing of it.

On the artistic front: Illustrator Carson Ellis is my new hero. I want to be him. He seems to have no stress about his illustration. It's like if I just drew very simple stuff (like the kind in my sketchbook) and was like, "OK, there, I'm done."~