A bit heavy today, all in the middle, after three pints of Guinness last night. This is where I say something wise about getting older. But all I can think about is going to the pool last weekend, floating on flutter boards with C, while she described the noise of the shapes around us (no glasses, I couldn't see), these gangs of little girls who jumped and screamed and looked, when in the water, like octopuses made of hair. They had no middle, these girls, no bodies, no torsos -- just blurred ribbons of limbs, all looping arms and legs. Then the power failed, and for a few seconds it was wonderful darkness, before the lifeguards rounded us up at the edge of the pool.
C is friends with the fashion stylist Rebekah Roy (left in both pics above) ... one of those people who personify calm and smiling success. On her blog she presents glamour in this very sincere, straightforward way ... whether she's taking pictures of people on the street , talking about stain removers , her favourite videos , or attending some glittering party . One minute she's ruminating on hair extensions, and in the next she reveals how she's been featured on the Vogue UK site. A real disarmer and charmer (and this without meeting her yet, although I feel like I know her because we both did our time in Winnipeg). * * * * * Coming home from Russia, we did many bad things. ; mixed media on canvas, 10 x 10 inches. In my own life, the glamour is wholly imagined. * * * * * witches, smoke ; mixed media on canvas, 10 x 10 inches. My second go at this one, and for some reason I'm painting a lot of smoke lately (note to self: tell C that I want to be cremated). *
what a wonderful story... really.
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