Bird of Creativity: November 2011

Tuesday, 29 November 2011

Its Going to Be a Great Day

Overnight bandaid with honey. I noticed this during coffee. Its going to be a great day.

Monday, 28 November 2011

I think I'm in love with igloo?

Igloo visit 28th November 2011

I went in the afternoon. I took the cords that made it possible to turn on the lights I snuck in and taped up earlier. All the lollies were gone and there seemed to be a lot of new writing on the floor. After a few photos I realised there was already quite a lot from the opening night and subsequent weeks. The new parts had now added enough for there to be identifiable themes and interactions - questions and answers, call and response chants - ringing across the floor. It felt sweet and filthy reading and looking at it all. A bit public toilet-y. A bit someone else's journal-y. Here are some of the love theme. I'm holding back on the ones I wouldn't let my mother read.

Installed Ikea snowflake lights

Thankyou artist who made this tent thing :)

I'm sorry, but did you just say something French?

Why not!

Starry night

Hello
Who are you?

with lights

Palm card duck

I think I'm in love with you?

Bonjour! J'adore!

Marry me!!

Sexy times

my Jeffery Campbells are amazing
Uncanny Igloo Blog

Cheap Cheap

Eugene I shall cherish forever

Lykke Li Get Some - with knives

Thursday, 17 November 2011

In the Garden

Idle hands ish

I drove up to Midland. I used the TomTom app. It made annoying noises every time I approached a red light camera. Even though I'd turned all the alerts off. Later I found out that turning them back on and making the sound "none" will actually make them shut the fuck up. I mean I'm DRIVING and if I want to, I can SEE those cameras etc.

It was after I spent another evening in a malaise on the internet and half listening to or glancing at Law and Order. I searched and searched for a place I vaguely remembered buying my first sage plant online. It came in a postpak tube stickytaped over the end. I planted it in a black garbage can I bought especially. The pots with the same capacity as the garbage can were five or six times more expensive. When summer came I painted the garbage can white to make it more reflective so as not to cook the plant's roots. I regretted the white before I'd even finished the job. I found some near empty colours and made naive green and red shapes. It was after I'd already decided not to paint things anymore. I was mean, the green and orangey smears dried before I'd finished.

The plant had a nice life being moved from house to house. When it flowered it was covered in bees. When it was moved it lost limbs but soon recovered. When we moved into this house I decided to put it in the ground. It promptly died. I missed its silvery leaves and rampant bees. I wanted another.

On the internet, I found what I thought might be the site but they only sold seeds. I read various things about the sage, I started to visit the same few sites over and over. It became obvious that buying plants online is not the smartest thing to do. Maybe that other time I was lucky? But then was it really lucky if the plant ended up dead? It seemed there were possibly some laws about not posting plants between states. I felt like I was getting somewhere but then decided it was a bad idea. Then felt like I was getting somewhere but then decided it was a bad idea.

I found this site: Zephyranthes

The next day I was there. The building was unassuming and the carpark had weeds. But then, those weren't unwanted or in the wrong place or even unsightly. The carpark had some plants with unconventional placements. I went inside the store, contemplated walking straight through to the nursery, then decided not to. There was no use pretending I wanted anything else. I asked the guy about the sage. I noticed the counter was jarrah-looking and strewn with evidence of good garden work. The guy contemplated consulting another book from his sizeable collection instead of attending to the query, but hesitated and decided better of it. In a split second of a glimpse I might even have detected the look of a person who cant help but be in awe of the function of stats. Overview, Posts, Traffic Sources, Audience. Later I entertained the idea that he might even get the joke of his white sage page being visited 27 times by the same person who showed up asking for it the next day.