Language Barriers.

Watching his laptop screen from beneath a fuzzy tiger printed blanket in the dark, I waited for the words he typed to translate properly under the box labled “english”.

“I like you and I want to know you more.”

The box told me, and I nodded a thank you. I had understood his words the first 17 times he’d said them aloud in french, but perhaps because my reaction was not what he wanted he thought that I hadn’t.

Although, I was quite struck by their simplicity when translated in a basic terms, thinking that most relationships would probably be easier if we all used similar translation tools, especially for those of us that pretend to speak the same language.

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Before you remember how to be yourself and so instead are so much more.

I love when you meet for brunch and you haven’t been home yet.

I love that messy space between happiness and comfort.
That messy space before you’d had time to collect yoursel, to process your actions and experiences and all of the new people in your life as of last night.
Space before you’ve had the time or energy to put on good face, to remember who you’re supposed to be and what your insecurities are, when your groggy, hungover, giddy and greasy. Before you remember how to be yourself and so instead are so much more.

The possibilities streatch and expand you, the laughter tumbles like a nervous boy stutters when talking to a beautiful girl and connections are made deep, below the surface of expectations and reputations. You are weaker in manyways but vulnerability is a wise monster, and vulnerability is the key to making real friends, and vulnerability is essential to growth and change and discovery.

Is there a word for this?

If it’s not exactly a short story and not entirely poetry, what is it?
I call them “poetries”
Here are two I’ve recently written;

 ‘Vampire Butterflys’ -about “those fuckers” AKA “moths”.

and,

‘Paralyzed’ -about a truely awful day.

Twart

Text based art, twitter sized statements, captions, moments, snip bits of conversations, feelings, observations. Images of words, words as images.

I’m so into these right now.

Between facebook, twitter, texting and the faster moving, quickly changing, highly stimulating world, I find that there’s an ever increasing pressure to be sharp and witty on a constant basis. To label, identify and process these vague relationships, situations and emotions at a more accelerated rate than ever before.

Even subconsciously I find myself compartmentalizing my life into this format. Regardlessly, I was surprised that upon seeing this type of art created by others, I related to their statements instantly. Out of context, they become so vague and universal that the viewer can/will apply them to their own experiences.

For these reasons, I think “Twart” can have incredible power due largely to it’s often  freakishly immediate and subconscious impact. (I also love to write in this style.)

Which is better, with colour or without?

Image Search: Intimacy

As part research, part -this is what I do when I’m lacking physical intimacy in my life, look at, watch and read about other people being intimate- I spent about 3 hours on we ❤ it looking through photographs tagged ‘intimacy’. Here are my favorites:

 

 

Wham! Time Capsule Boy.

After we’d talked I had him in my brain all day, you know. So I wrote about him:

 You’re just going about your life, in a linear way.

Then, out of nowhere, someone from your past catches you off guard, and suddenly, you’re filled with them.

Just like that.

… read the rest of the story here.

And decided to read/look through my journal/sketchbooks from around the time we were last together.

Here are some things I found:

“Some women choose to follow men, and some women chose to follow their dreams. If you’re wondering which way to go, remember that your dreams will never wake up and tell you that they don’t love you anymore.”-Lady Gaga

“I needed to feel real, and I did.”

I’ve been working on art journaling.

It’s one of my favorite art forms (to see/appreciate), along with mixed media and collage, but as much as I enjoy them, I also find them all quite hard to do. They feel completely contrary to my perfectionist nature, which often results in just not starting, worrying about “ruining it” or collecting pieces of paper that I never use.

So I’m practicing.

I was inspired by something I read on Anahata Katkin’s blog once about how she works her pages in layers, leaving them unfinished and then returning to them with different materials until they’re complete. I like idea that the pages will shape into that I want/need them to be over time. This takes away some of the “perfectionist” pressure, leaving  more space to experiment and forgive.

I’ve also recently discovered a love for text based art. I’m fascinated by the act of taking thoughts, statements and snipits of conversation out of context and isolating them on the page to see how they stand on their own.

Check out the incredible-ness of Sabrina Ward Harrison and Anahata Katkin. Ironically, AK just wrote a blog post about SWH and her beautiful feature on Apartment Therapy. Like SWH, I would like for my home to feel like you’ve just walked into one of my journals. Although, in my case maybe it should be the other way around. My art journaling practice may be able to learn something from chaos that is my bedroom.

Here are some of my recent pages.