Showing posts with label kittens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kittens. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Two cats this shopkeeper has and this mall we're in...Devon and maybe we are trying to find willows house in Janet jarvas car, my dad is saying it's not the right way but I start to recognize a stream with bushes and know we're going the right way but the right way dissolves

Some abstract film in a theater at the mall Tyrone has made about "the only thing worse than that last drummer..." Like a status that's been written on Facebook but I'm seeing it in the theater at the mall and I think it's going to be video of us performing but it's these multiracial people getting naked under a waterfall

That turns into a river where people are getting pulled together from the tide and there are all different people on the river and it kinda seems like they're all wanting to have sex


There are two little black boys before that and I guess they bring in the cats first and they are both wearing belly shirts and look like girls but I think they are boys and we are taking care of them, maybe my mom is taking care of them

There is something like a pet store and this one black dog starts to get real aggressive, maybe it was one of the cats and it turned into a dog? Maybe it is still a cat it is very hard to handle

We are looking for costumes to look like Cher and maybe Paris Hilton trying to explain why it's important to my dad, this is with the lack children, I'm trying to express that I only need a wig and not the whole costume

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

maybe i make a pie and you make a stew

tiny little kittens are jumping on my hands and biting them.
there is a parachute or air balloon flapping in the wind.
matt and maria are asking if i think there is lice in the outhouse. the outhouse is the upstairs bathroom but it is an outhouse, goes all the way down. they say they are itchy, they have lice. i say, you mean fleas. & they say no, lice. i say you brought me into a house full of lice?
Peacock walks by outside the studio and i think my body language makes it hard for him to come talk. he comes over and says he has some appointment tomorrow and can't meet at 2. He doesn't know when he can meet, but he wants to. he seems inspired, like he needs to paint, he says he's got to focus which is why i know he needs to paint. he paints on sundays.
maria writes a poem about Peacock, how he says "I'd rather be a poet than a photographer". I try to say something but don't, I hear the poem like a strange music.

* when i can't sleep i imagine apocalyptic scenes and what kind of art would be the least destroyed. I think it is music, because the last instrument to remain is the voice and the most common knowledge in art is the melody and words to songs.