January 11th, 2015

goldie

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9 came over yesterday to meet Rasputin and check out my studio. There's been some funky weather passing through Berlin lately, but he made it through the wind and rain in one piece and I made tea.

As a fun little side-show I put a pan of water on the floor and Rasputin duly took a bath. His baths are fantastic to watch because he fluffs up all his feathers and then shakes himself in the water, throwing droplets around like a giant fireworks display. Pigeons are awesome.

I asked 9 if he would allow me to photograph him to use as source material for the seated yellow figure in this piece:

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I never had a model to help me with that figure, and I've never felt it really turned out very well as a result, specifically the pants and the hand. They don't have the realism I'd like them to have. Sure, pockets of irreality are totally fine, but still, the pants don't work for me. And the hand bugs me, it doesn't look 'right'. So 9 sat on my couch in the same wooden, unnatural pose as the figure so I could photograph him.

We went for dinner at my favorite Thai restaurant and then tea at a beautiful cafe with heaps of old-world charm.

I really like 9, but I'm not sure if I like him as more than just a friend. I guess time will tell, but, as much fun as we have together, I'm not feeling much chemistry. At least not right now. I think I WANT there to be chemistry, I keep digging around inside myself looking for chemistry, but I'm not sure there is any.

Of course, maybe this might do the trick.
2 sound suits

Clothing chaos

Went to a clothing swap today. Normally this is something I look forward to, but today I was feeling totally out of sorts. Unsettled, ornery, on edge.

I went anyway, lugging a giant blue IKEA bag of clothes I no longer wanted with me.

The swaps are hosted by my friend R, in her living room. When I got there a large group had already gathered, with women milling about, eating cookies and making small talk. I knew some of them and said 'hi' and caught up on things. There were so many people there it was difficult to move around.

I felt undertones of cattiness as the women sorted the clothes, with some calling out orders, "No, that pile is for blouses! Skirts go there!" God forbid that a skirt should lie among blouses. Once the clothing was all sorted, the 'trying on' phase began. I didn't feel enough motivation to vie for the best pieces with so many clothes hounds in the room. The scene resembeld a feeding frenzy. I tried on a couple different things, but was given negative feedback from those present: "that doesn't work on you." I gave up and sat down beside the door, next to a couple of women who had lodged themselves by the snack table and were building and then consuming towers of carbohydrates on paper plates.

It was too crowded, too loud, too catty and too chaotic. I grabbed my coat, said a quick good bye and left the place, wondering why in the world I had ever come.

The one positive thing about the whole misadventure was that I got to unload a bunch of stuff and clear some space in my home. Hooray for more space.
sword eater

Spell check??

Does LiveJournal seriously NOT have a spell check function? It's hard to believe that such a fundamental tool would be left out. There's a spell check for commenting, but not for posting.

I am sick of all the misspelled words in my posts.