Sunday, September 27, 2009

This afternoon.

When I woke up this morning the air was thick with the smell of Jasmin and grapefruit flowers. A lazy bee drifted in through my door and landed on one of the plants in my doorway. Today was the most perfect day. Alistair and Michael dropped by and picked me up, we went round to michael's house and walked down to the store and got cheese, bread and avocado, I had a lemon in my bag already, and we had a picnic in Mike's lovely garden. We then ate cookie dough and snoozed in the warm sun. I cant think of anything more lovely to do on a beautiful summer afternoon. Bliss.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

My Summer Tent.

My idea for my summer tent has been changing day by day. But now I'm watching this land of snow, the sky is made of diamonds and everything is beautiful and frosted and white. Pure white. I'm going to make a beautiful tent of ice. White fabric and beads and beautiful things that are white. Like when dust gets caught in the beams of sunlight and glistens and floats. That's what it will be like. A place for little wolves to hide. floating light. Soft summer tent for summer dreams.


Ok so I went to see 500 days of summer. It was well made, clever and beautiful. I enjoyed it alot, I was very real. It's almost depressing how real it was. The conversations had been plucked from lives I've lived. It is clear that the an who wrote it was writing from personal experiance.
I went to a street fair today and baught herbs. Special Herbs. They are ment to make you dream more vividly. They smell lovely.
I am eating Sushi and watching a documentary on wolves in Yellowstone park.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

500 days of Summer.

I can't wait to go and see this film. I'm goign to see it with Mike and Al on Saturday night. It just looks so beautiful.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

First days of summer.

I'm listening to Shiny by the Decemberists. It reminds me of last summer. I am soo looking forward to the summer. I woke up this morning and could smell grass and the beach and....well summer. It was magical. I started dreaming about those planes that tow banners through the sky and the sunshine and the smell of freshly cut grass and Edward. It was so lovely. Then my alarm woke me up and I had to go to work. My boss told me I had to get a smaller nose ring and warn him when I'm getting more tattoos. I felt like a child, but I didn't let it ruin my day. I went to the book shop to look for Grapefruit by Yoko Ono, who I'm doing a tutorial on. She's so interesting. I also looked at Younger than Jesus, a directory of up and coming artist, also Vitamin 3-D, lime green! Yum! Then I walked through Fremantle and a french boy said I was beautiful which was nice. I then met some friends for a little catch up.

But Back to YOko! She had two children! Julien Lennon wasn't John Lennon's only child, Yoko also had a son with John! and she had a little girl with a later husband! Poor Yoko had such a hard time, but she made some brilliant arts. I envy her tallent and the time she lived in.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Strange Dream

Last night I had the most strange and vivid dream. I was asleep on the floor of Mikes room in a sleeping bag. I dreamt I was in this big old house, I had jusst moved in, I was alot older, maybe thirthy. I was married, but I never got to see my husband, and I had a huge pregnant stomach (Which made me wake up three times with fright, only to sigh with relief and go back to sleep.) This house was really beautiful and huge, with high ceilings and big door ways. It was grey and kinda dark. As my dream progressed a group of people I didn't recognise, but knew in the dream, and I began to fix the house, renovate it. It became more and more beautiful in the dream. The windows were draped with white fabric and the walls were white and everything was crisp and clean. There were some huge coloured pots around the place, really ugly and horrid, the people working on the house with me dragged me out into the garden to see them all stacked in a pile on a huge fountain, they told me Steve was going to plant the strawberries in them. Who is Steve? The garden was really beautiful, bathed in a soft grey light form the summer afternoon sun. the coloured pots seemed to have faded to pretty light pastel colours and looked really beautiful. I walked around the garden and my husband came over and held my stomach and danced with me to music which was playing from a far away window in the house.
Then things began to get really strange. I dreamt that I was holding some kind of day-care classes in a bright wallpapered room of the house, there were thirty children running around like little chickens. We were having some kind of competition and some one was weeling me around in a shopping trolley in a supermarket. It was all very strange, the shopping center isles seemed to strtch on forever. I was pulling cans of spagetti off the shelves and shouting and laughing and telling people to hurry up or we'll run out of time....
then my alarm went off and I woke up.
I felt my stomach to make sure there was no bump. Phew everything was fine.
"Good morning Meg"

Friday, September 4, 2009

Some pictures of my new Tattoo.

This is my Rat Seymore. He's named after Seymore Glass, from Bananafish. (Salinger) It was bath time. He's a beautiful Pink-Cinnamon colour.I dyed my hair black. This isn't a very good picture, but it's a raven black colour.These are my beautiful wolves drawn by Edward Keith Hicks.They also look alot better in real life. I unfortunatly only have a web camera to work with at the moment.

Sufjan, Wine, Friend.

Mike and I are sitting in his lounge by the fire, drying our wet clothes after being caught in the rain in the middle of Fremantle. Sufjan Stevens's "For the windows in Paridise, for the fatherless in Ypsilanti" swoons. A bottle of Annies Lane half gone. Missing our good friend. the rain is drissling outside, the wind is making the branches of trees brush against the window and scrape the glass. My feet are freezing, my hair is falling in chunks around my face. It's quite lovely to be in this state. You become quite human. Being quiet and cold and with someone you care about, so you don't have to talk. Just listen.

The cat is asleep.
The wooden boat outside is waiting for the summer.

This weather is......roaring in the night.