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Hands down
This is my right hand. The left hand in the same state. Swollen from a combination of over-exercertion, abrasion, and impact.
That's why I had to sew Howard differently.
( And that’s why fingers aren’t healing.)
Sewing through pain
My fingers has no strength to pierce through the hard spots. My swollen pinky could not twirl thread around for tension. I had to test the spot many times before letting the needle glide between the hard bits. I placed stitches close together for strength in numbers.
In the same way I nudged his face to the image in my mind's eye. No, not one bit angrier. In the ocean he couldn't start a fire.
And just who is Howard?
Howard: hugggggg
So, what is Howard?
I didn’t ask Howard what he was doing to LilyBeth.
Percy who was photographed playing chess last week, is now interested in modern history of mankind.
When good news came at a time I’ve armoured up for persisting with the bad, I am numb. I suspect I'm even disappointed I'd need to put all my rationally-drafted, self-justified, big-picture bad-weather plans aside and wanted to wallow in my personal tragicomedy.
Maybe good news is just a fact. It could, but does not have to change plans. When the rain stops, I can still carry an umbrella, I'd just have lighten up and let the winds take me where I didn’t know of before.
Books
Just borrowed because I like the first page of self consciousness without whining, so far.
The Disaster Tourist by Yun Ko-Eun
I returned it, can't be bothered spending 10min skipping to the ending.
The Radiant Terminus by Antoine Volodine
The blurring of reality and imagined reality is uncomfortable to read, but I'm hanging on slowly to see what's next.
Watched
Limitation liberates.
Thank you for being here. A lot happened this week. News that will take me a while to digest and for me to be able to string more sentences together. My fingers, literally, could not string beakies together. New beakies will be sent from Australia where I am now. I will work out the kinks and it will happen. marn