Will be picked up by Kath (a.k.a. Miss K.D.) today for the private exhibit and after party at the A---- Museum with the lovebirds Jane and Mat. Wouldn't go but they got something of mine in the shelves so eek. I'm shy. Worse, got to do my hair and now have to borrow make up from my sister. I think I'll wear the black dress I haven't worn yet and my grey heels. Too bad I can't take pictures cause I got no camera at the moment. :( I think they got two of my untitled projects on the coffee paper I did long ago. Or maybe one coz I remember one of them got stolen. I'm glad they printed two covers with my shit on it. lol. It's also funny to think that my art has traveled more than I did (so far). I'm glad Andrea brought my ballerina painting with her to Dubai, and Sis Catherine to the States, and Untitled (again) in London. And I left some in Sydney as well although I don't know what happened to them. It sucks that my favorite painting Reach, the mermaid one got damaged by the flood. And Amber Waves too. Wtf I just remembered Amber Waves! Must ask about that one.
Weather, please be nice? Lizzie wants to go to the beach again. I need to get my fill before I go and throw myself to a potentially cold season.
I'm loving capoeira and sushis. I think I now believe in maintaining a happy lifestyle is actually better than living like Timon and Pumbaa. Also, I hope that my application to be a fraud specialist in antiquarian books gets a nod. :(
Oh well got to be off now. Ciao!
Note to self: Call internet people and rage.
I now leave you with a poem from Senor Neruda:
Hemos Perdido Aun Este Crepusculo
Hemos perdido aun este crepusculo.
Nadie nos vio esta tarde con las manos unidas
mientras la noche azul caia sobre el mundo.
He visto desde mi ventana
la fiesta del poniente en los cerros lejanos.
A veces como una moneda
se encendia un pedazo de sol entre mis manos.
Yo te recordaba con el alma apretada
de esa tristeza que tu me conoces.
Entonces, donde estabas?
Entre que gentes?
Diciendo que palabras?
Por que se me vendra todo el amor de golpe
cuando me siento triste, y te siento lejana?
Cayo el libro que siempre se toma en el crepusculo,
y como un perro herido rodo a mis pies mi capa.
Siempre, siempre te alejas en las tardes
hacia donde el crepusculo corre borrando estatuas.
I miss Parsley. :( He'd like this one. I remember lending him a copy of Neruda's poems that I borrowed from the library last year. Crazy. Last year. Already.
I think I'll let go of my last antique book. My first edition copy of an 1883 Henry Lee titled Sea Monsters Unmasked
. Since his brothers and sisters are gone he should join them too find a much better, and way, way safer place. Like a proper library, where kids can't touch them. :( It shall be greatly missed.