I'm sick. The works : colds, cough, headache, and a fever that's been trying to get a foothold, slowly inching into me, burning up resistance as it goes. I gave up trying to be valiant and productive, and went to bed after lunch.
This morning I've printed out most of the notecards for the smallstorypoembook. It's well over two hundred notes. But each note/page is mostly a few lines of poetry, and some illustrations. The whole book is a love letter of sorts, addressed to absent persons who are really just one person, who is still an unknown stranger, wandering in the parts of the wildforest where I have yet to lay claim and power. It's heartwork, this smallstorypoembook. It cannot be put aside to wait. It has to be made. It has to be.
I'm exhausted by Duty. As always. I have dayjob work to do that I could not do with the little time left to me for the holiday break. I may have to spend my first day of the New Year doing the dayjob work. Or if I'm still too sick then I will just have to find another way to get it done.
But despite my state now, my heart is fortified. A friend posted a question on his timeline: what is your takeaway from 2017?
Be brave, and love anyway.
And in my Twitter feed I threw out a challenge for the new year:
I dare you
The Stendhal reference is from something I picked up in Helen Oyeyemi's book of short stories. It was mentioned that according to Stendhal (a French writer from the early 1800s), it takes about one year and a half to fall in love.
I wrap up this last entry of 2017 with a quote from Paulo Coehlo. I'm going back to bed. I'll see you next year.
I have a lot of Stories to tell.
But right now I am about to begin my third and last pop-up for the year, and right after that I have to do one last dayjob hurrah for the year so --
I will be able to start telling the Stories just before Christmas. Possibly on the very eve of it.
Clues? You want a preview? Well, let's see.
I made this new signage for my pop-up shop which captures a direction that my art is exploring (and that opens up a whole new acre of Garden that tangles up with the Wildforest).
Two recent pieces echo this.
And which actually grew from having to make a lot of bookmarks that carry the seeds of this storytelling. And which was also further impressed by the serendipitous finding of a secondhand copy of Frida Kahlo's biography (from the first pop-up) and watching (and being enchanted by the scenes of) Coco (an unexpected occasion as I was trying to puzzle through an unexpected thing from the second pop-up). (Yes, the pop-ups turned out to be extremely eventful.)
So here I am on the third pop-up. So much changed. If I time-travelled to the point of Before which was Before The First Pop-Up I would not even be able to begin to imagine the breadth and depth of all these Possibilities now at hand. I will tell that Story soon, on how I crossed the borders of Before & After.
Here's another preview.
I started a series of paintings. The first one is titled Lovestruck. It is another exploration of another path in the Garden, and I feel that this path will meet with the other, and the Wildforest will feel the rumble of deeper magic awakening.
I've also written a whole chapbook-worthy set of poems, closely related to the Lovestruck series. The only thing I can say about this is this: the seeds for these poems were only possible because I said Yes to one thing that led to another and another and another.
It's a bit of a mess really. A beautiful terrible mess.
Alright. I have to go for now.
Let me close this post with a quote.