Birthday week begins!
to be out of place
Taurus: This week is a really good week for treating yourself like the best, most beautiful thing in the whole entire world, especially if it’s cold, especially if it’s cloudy, especially if you start to feel sad. If you get frazzled this week, if you feel like a monster, then get your hair cut, get your nails done, wear clothes that make you feel like a peacock, like an alien, like a queen. Treat your whole life like it’s gold, like it’s a redwood tree, like it’s a soft tiny baby. Take a day off work. Buy yourself a book. Buy yourself a whole gallon of ice cream.
I don’t believe in horoscopes or astrology in the slightest, but I like what they’re saying here. Despite having some recent (and significant) job related stress, I’ve still been having those moments of feeling like the “best, most beautiful thing in the whole entire world”, which is remarkable, just in and of itself. The rest of it is just a happy, bold pronouncement of joy. I’ll take it.
Felix Gonzalez-Torres’s Untitled (Perfect Lovers), 1991
[The work] consists of a pair of inexpensive, plain-faced wall clocks, ticking away side by side. The instructions for installation insist that the two be set at exactly the same time, but because of their imprecise mechanisms, it is only a short time before one of the clocks falls a second or two behind the other. “The beauty of the piece is that it is a very perfect image of what a couple is, trying to stay on the same page but never actually being able to,” says Molesworth. (via)
Gonzalez-Torres dedicated the work to his lover Ross Laycock, who died of an AIDS-related illness the same year.
A few things that might help your deep appreciation for my art:
1. I went through a period of referring to all cute dogs as fluffernutters. Sophia was, of course, a fluffernutter.
2. It’s written in a vaguely scientific way because then-boyfriend was a biologist. Heavy emphasis on “vaguely”.
3. I am not great at drawing. See how all the dogs look the same and are facing left? I can’t draw animals looking to the right.
4. Tumblr keeps reordering the images
When I was a child, I loved popup books. Love, love, loved them. I loved figuring out how they were constructed— how they folded into the page, things moved, how they were secured. During my 8th grade summer, I went to a camp for studio art and made a lot of little pieces that are still hanging around my mother’s house: a quilted pillow, a self-portrait rubber relief stamp, a clay coil pot, endless blind contour drawings, and, of course, a pop-up book.
For all my love of pop-ups, I’ve only ever made two full books- the one made at camp (which had an existentialist theme, I believe) and one made for an exboyfriend, who graciously returned it to me upon the end of the relationship. (Pictures to come.) Those books are a labor of love; expensive in both time and materials. When you don’t make a lot of pop-ups, there’s a fair amount of trial and error to get the flap to flop and the page to pop. However, the mere act of creating made it worthwhile and I’m glad to have done them.
This is all to say, I really love these simple pop-ups.