Saturday, September 6, 2014

Friday, September 5, 2014

Nothing else for it.

{ Familial feet }
Blog's been quiet for a while now. I'm sure by now all six seven of you subscribed readers are desperate and foaming at the mouth to have another precious gem of a 'me' filtered blog entry.
(Can you even imagine the layers of embittered sarcasm in the tones of that sentence? Probably not. But no matter.)

I'm still coming back to myself. Been traveling. Been sick. Been working.

For a while, I purposely walked away from my self imposed obligation to write, doodle, dance, be creative in any way, or actively absorb anything to feed my creativity. I needed to step out of the conference room in my head wherein every one of my creative and (practical parts too) have been basically drinking lots of coffee and yelling at one another, and me; and nothing is getting done.


{ Eastern water }
Thanks to random turns of events, I found myself in tranquility on Martha's Vineyard, then surrounded by family on the Massachusetts mainland: an un-thought out working vacation that nudged me back over into a healthier state of mind/spirit. I didn't ask myself to do anything, but work on a brochure design and telecommute every now and again to the 11249 office. Everything else was no pressure. Even seeing family.
This adventure came on the heels of travel to Spain- Which was truly wonderful, but not healing. Not for me. I think it was a healing for my Human to retrace his steps there. But that is another ball of falafel to deep fry.
The MA journey could have been a running off and renting a room in Portugal for one. I had a very real opportunity arise through a Facebook connection, but I was not ready. Clearly.
With all this screaming and arguing and nonsense going on under the skin/behind the eyes, I went back to my roots. It seemed the thing to do. After a few hugs from family I had not seen in a while, I felt somehow more healed and quieted than I had felt in a long time.

So what now?
It's back to plunging a head on a path that isn't there.  I have a pocket knife and I face the tangles of a vast jungle. Same as always. With few safeties. No such thing as failure. It goes on. Little changes or no. There's nothing else for it.

I've submitted a performance art proposal to to be a part of an exhibition of Rosarito art at CECUT. (And I have to resubmit it translated into Spanish. -Who knows what language now?) I don't feel like I am a proper Rosaritense, but hey, I live here, I have made and am making art here and so, why not show it in a museum? I am not holding my breath for this one. It is all out of my hands at this point.
Usually is.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Friday, July 4, 2014

The Last Days of of the Trip

It was our last day to get out and see Madrid. So what had to happen?
{Shoes and wet pavement.}
A pollen nastied wind kick up all of the histamines of the city and threw them in my face; all up in my mucus membranes.
As soon as we left the hotel, I was miserable. I should have been excited, but all of Madrid went up my nose and I was horrified at the thought of getting sick outside my usual realms. I did that once in Derby, England and I swear my sinuses (even my ears) have not been right ever since. To this day, I curse that place for my succumbing to illness during that long, chilled night waiting for the stupid East Midland train.
So this vile Spanish wind was bringing a storm front with it. After weeks of sun and hot weather, it finally rained. A passing shower, really. We hung around outside eating lunch to let ourselves get get caught in it. When it got too heavy, we did the city thing and stood under the nearest welcoming over hang until the clouds thinned. This kind of precipitation was enough to drop all the pollen out of the air, at least. I could calm my unreasonable fears of becoming sick. But then I felt... I was overtired, wired on espresso - Full and empty. We were going to leave. I could accept the leaving in a way because I felt I would be back. I would come back to Europe. I would live in Europe. Someday. Hey, I felt that about the UK and I managed to hit it up twice. So why not?
We took one last run around the Prado and went back to the hotel to pack up and pack it in for the night. The next morning and the whole day would be given over to the tedium of travelling in cramped spaces.
Notes: RockStar is a horrible drink, airplane food can give you a horrible stomach ache, TSA is extra horrible for international flights (7 checkpoints? really?), and decompression time is not horrible- it is a must!

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Real Madrid C.F. Won Something

{They so like masses.}
Then I was reminded about this thing that most American's don't know about called futbol...

I didn't want to quit my Spain reveries before mentioning the futbol. While we were in Madrid, not only was there a prominent saintly festival, there was a championship futbol game that Real Madrid just happened to win. In the words of my Human, 'the whole city was exploding.' Team colors were suddenly everywhere. The police were ready for rioting and had a plan to keep all the drunken revellers funnelled, channeled and corralled. It was a madhouse, but you could navigate it without being overborne with people finding some way to make noise. After nightfall some asshats managed to set off a couple of m80s en Barrio de Las Letras where the streets are narrowest... Does anyone understand wave mechanics? the physics of sound? .. guh. La policia came quick for them.

AND. Just to make this time more surreal, we gathered that there was some kind of cosplay convention going on. We must have seen rangers or elves or hobbits or something pass us by in the dark because out of their mouth came perfect English from a meme favorite- 'They're taking the hobbits to Isengard.' This made me die laughing. Head exploded, as they say.
{Quit smiling at me, bub.}

Monday, June 30, 2014

Architecture in Madrid

{ i would expect this in brooklyn, but in madrid? }

{ i love people sized streets! this is not an alley. }

{ this is obviously the elf embassy building. }
{ light and shadow and a sign that says chocolate. }