{Today we turned the pages of several books...}
{...in order to reveal new characters keen to meet you.}
Seems the old adage of burning candle at both ends rings true, no matter what the circumstance, tiredness ensues. Sailing merrily along on my double wax end burning ways in the lead up to our show at Craft Victoria, I suffered no ill effects. If anything, the momentum was thrilling and I seemed to be able to stay awake for hours on end wishing the impossible: that it was always this way. Impossible to maintain, yes, I knew that, but hell, so productive and fired by magical endurance. The eyes were rimmed a little blacker but I tossed all vanity aside in grip of mania. And then it all caught up with me: the inevitable thud, the unavoidable down to the up. There are tolls to be paid for soaring close to the sun, Icarus tells us what we now all know, but still chancing one’s luck is a pursuit few will ever tire of. Do not fly too close to sun or sea when your wings of feathers are adhered with wax.
In the week succeeding the opening of our show at Craft Victoria, I have nursed a cold; tended to my beloved Siamese cat, Omar, who suffered severe allergic reaction to a new flavour of food; and mopped from bedroom ceiling rain as it steadily flowed on Halloween eve. Were you my neighbour you would have heard tremendous amount of wailing and cussing (from self not Siamese). To find it raining indoors does not make for a restful eve. To have cat unwell on the couch as you rush madly past with buckets of water gathered from ceiling is in no way preferable to a friend’s Halloween party. Down the walls the rain did pour; down central light fixture, too. It collected on the floor, soaked the carpet through. And it collected on the bed; great big black puddles spreading like spilt ink on a white bedspread. It squelched underfoot as the lightening and thunder and rain provided no treat for the eve but cruel trick instead. Damn that one large accursed leaf blocking downpipe. Damn it for sealing an exit and causes bedroom walls to replicate the effect of the NGV’s waterwall.
Highs and lows and sleep deprivation, if I’ve not been around to pay visit to your blog or home of late, now you knoweth the reason. I am living in a drying out home with a cat on the mend. I am relishing the unpredictable.
+ Number One, here we go. For the duration of our show, Louise and I have been invited to guest post on Clog.
