Here we are, the first week of November. It’s still in the 80s here in Florida, with a tease of a cold front moving in this weekend. The Living Goddess Exhibit is turning into an exquisite piece of art, thanks to the collaborative effort of all artists involved. I’m really proud of this event, and proud of myself for sticking to it, as I was challenged by a medicine change a few weeks back.
It is quite a challenge to stay in an artistic flow when you’re experiencing every drug-related side effect indicated. I’m sensitive that way, didn’t realize how much until this recent run through. But I fought through, head butting through the collapses and the shakes and the confusion. I fixed my face and attitude so that I can have successful interactions with those involved in the exhibit. I continue to be nervous, more for the closeness of the performance date than the side effects.
What I’m most appreciative of is the quality of support I’ve received from my inner circle, growing greater as I venture out artistically. Sometimes I just need to curl into a ball on a friend’s couch for a few minutes, just to get aligned, grounded. Then I burst back into creativity, going through the logistics of the show, or working on the details of my props. It feels good to be genuinely nurtured through the process.
The show hasn’t commenced yet but I’m already thinking about after the fact. Where are my energies going to be directed? What is my focus for the next few months? Earlier in October I ventured out into a project that I realized was bigger than I can handle, and it left me in a depressive state, realizing my limitations. But I’m a try-er, and I can at least pride myself in giving it a go. That’s the artist life. Some things stick, some things slide through. I’ve gotten over the discouragement.
My hope is that the Living Goddess Exhibit goes without a hitch. I’ve got wonderful artists involved, full of positivity and talent, so there’s no denying things are gonna work out. Afterwards, I’ll allow myself a little break so that I can healthfully pursue my next project.
Inside this anthology you’ll find yours truly in both prose and poem form!
The story I submitted is from the perspective of a social predator locked in a holding facility, terrifying residents and staff alike. Oh and the evil person happens to be female 😉
There’s three poems dedicated to women in the throes of mania, circumstances varying but each known too well in modern society. I consider A Coterie of Diamonds a forewarning to readers…if you push a woman too far, prepare for major consequences!
Thanks be to Thirteen o’clock Press for publishing my art, my 2nd antho feature with this press. Support your favorite indie artist and many others by purchasing through Lulu.com 😀
Ahh, Halloween! Love this celebration. You get to dress as any frightening creature you want, and in turn, you get hit on by frightening creatures all night long. It’s like a regular night out but with all the ugly on the surface.
This year, I was invited to a family-friendly party, so I decided to pick a costume that depicts someone who easily frightens children. So naturally I went with the Catholic Church, and pieced together this ensemble:
Of course, there’s a backstory. Cardinal Julio Ximenez got his start as a young priest accompanying Vasco Nunez de Balboa on his exploration of Central America in the 1500s. He moved up fast in the ranks, and was successful in keeping a dark secret: Fr. Julio liked to dress in women’s clothing. His debut as Cardinal was going smooth, meeting Christ’s followers and offering blessings, but in the course of ceremony, ripped the back of his cassock:
One faithful, at Cardinal Ximenez’s feet, noticed the tear in the cloth, and upon examining it further, found the truth!
Cardinal Ximenez, now exposed, was sent to Maine to a monestary to address his mental illness. Hope to see you again soon, Your Eminence!
Here’s the BEST picture taken of what I was wearing underneath the visor and cassock. BEST in that the least intoxicated person took this:
And what’s a Halloween-themed post without a ghost story? Here I flow for ya: