Been thinking more about the cells thing, especially since the construction of “bodies” to go within the children’s clothes in my current work. I’ve used one fairly simple shape, stuffed to fit the garment, but have been thinking about using “cells” that could be individually smaller, that together would mould to fit any shape. I shall have a little play… but not till after the show eh?
I also have a bit of an “inside-out” idea in my head too….
Such neglectful bloggers – busy bloggers more like! But in my case it isn’t a question of “out of sight out of mind” because as I walk about the place I see things and think to myself, “Julie would love that” or “oh that reminds me of Franny”
At the moment, under my bench, outside the French window, is the skeleton of a baby wren my vile cat caught a few weeks ago. I have left it there. Every time I look at it I think of Franny, wondering what she would do with it… because I don’t really know the answer the poor thing is still there. I can’t seem to resolve the situation until I know. So Franny…. what will I do?
Julie, I took all my cardboard to the skip thing that collects it for recycling at the back of a local pub. I stash this stuff in my car boot, either until I need the boot for something else, or start to feel guilty about my increased fuel consumption (something new to discover about Elena, she is lazy cow!)… anyway… when I got here, the skip had a huge pile of old magazines in it. HUGE pile, strewn, skittered across the rest of the rubbish, and I thought of you. They were expensive glossies, and there were dozens of them. I kept thinking what you would do. I contemplated climbing into the skip (I refer you to my previous brackets).
So is it nice then that I think of you both?
Or is it just a bit macabre and sick that I think of you when contemplating garbage and rotting creatures?
