THOUGHTS & NEW ART

Finished two pieces yesterday. Can’t decide what to name them. My first solo art show is in October, “Offworld”. I really really like the first piece (above) but I think it’s too expensive to ship to Amerikkka because of the heavy horseshoe. We’ll see.

I haven’t blogged my own impressions lately due to the addictive nature of reporting what My Man Smith has to say. But I have lots of thoughts that haven’t made it onto screen.

I’m doing some memoir writing. I don’t know if I’ll try to keep it in memoir form. I could harvest it for some future fiction.

An interesting and traumatic part of my life was its intersection with my childhood girlfriend’s life. Let’s call her Mary. She was sexually abused. Her mother was ever in the limbo of depression. She was a ghost on the couch, sleeping in front of constant TV. I still have nightmares where I’m trapped with Mary inside her house. Or sometimes I dream I am Mary. She was beautiful and used her beauty as a tool to improve her environment. She often tested her aptitude at my expense.

Another thing I want to capture in writing is the fuzzy warmth of my young 70s childhood which grew into the synth beat excitement of the 80s. The Eurythmics and the Talking Heads were fantastic initiation into modern cool. Adam Ant and Duran Duran and Queen so ecstatic… we pounded the cafeteria tables at school to thump out “We will we will rock you.”

The 80s are back in style,
opening into zebra-striped possibility:
I will be a girlfriend.
I will wear a hat and a scarf
and a flower and sneakers,
a totally ecstatic fanatic psychopath.

While I was in high school in the 80s, Smith was “drinking, mainlining, writing poetry, making art and publishing ArtCrimes. Getting fat. That was the 80s for me.”