story of your life

yea so i just read ted chiangs short story ;story of your lif’ and it made me cry and has deeply affected me it is so good. I think i am in love with language, and how the language limits not only our communication but the way we think decide things, the affect of our body on the world. theres a part where she describes this 

everything happening at once, instead of time being the billowing behind us like the ash pillar at the end of the cig, the present being combustion, we are in the middle of two unceasing pillars of ash, and there is no combustion. the past is parellel to the future. She talks about the book of ages, a concept that imagines a book that has every single event written down in it that has happened or will ever happen. The paridoxical nature of reading from it, how knowing the future and still performing the script and saying yes to it, ugh i love it. 

particals behave differently when they’re observed?! omg 

but yea this has conencided with my first experiments in the salt growing, and i didnt really know what forms it would take and just did random letters but now i know what i am gonna do:  write out the poem again, but with the letters out of sequence and all at once in a massive pile in the center of the room. that is what i will do.

2 thoughts n feelings i gotta get down

1- the icelandic erruption, although small slow and viscious I feel  this eruption has also affected my own self. The so2 and other celestial and ancient matter being emitted into our atmosphere calls upon our own cosmic horror and fleeting nature.

2- smell cube : this is a way to represent smell in a 3d way

made mask almost done need to get more flour and salt. wow my neck is long lol. 

new cat painting. how does one stretch a canvas? 

mask fresh out the oven!

some explinations:

Orange cat, who is he ? he is the tom cat, he monitors and purveys the space making sure its all free of outside influence, he is an omen, a risk taker, he represents the many ways we consider the outside and the inside.

Why the cat and butterfly wings? Well he s the boundaries of the fairy-tale and he cat tail the real the false the constructs, she is diaristic and epitomising. For me the cat with wings encapsulates that flippancy between the tame and wild that cats seem to represent. I think I drawn to these also because I find myself on this same sort of female boundary.