#91 Love my knees
Hi there this is letter from Marn, a weekly I-date on making art while trying to be a person. See my work at noisybeak.com
Can’t believe it’s May. Here in Melbourne we couldn’t see the solar eclipse, could you and did you?
Its’s been week of doing little physical work, but ploughing the fields in the world inside me.
Mr Lunarian has added a new items to his list of 500 things to nag at me for, daily– to love my knees. I’ve been having problems with the standing yoga poses because one of my knees would give. And every time it does, I push harder. Then even standing around hurts.
He said I only care about my hands and not my legs. I said because my hands sew but my knees don’t knit. He instructed me to gently rub my neglected knees with my privileged hands, say thank you knees, for connecting me to earth, to help me stand on my ground, to help me spring into the clouds.
And Knee is better, immediately.
Now I need to try it on the wilted vegetables, news headlines, and wonky beakies.
Talking about beakies, progress has been slow.
This green bear has had 2 major surgeries. Each time I fail to connect immediately, I did another over haul. Not something I’d normally do. Before I had time to get used to him, his face changed again, like a long time friend who looks a little different and denies having done Botox. Foundation of that friendship hasn’t changed, but something just gnaws.
Started making another one just so to keep my hands off the green one.
Each new bear presents an opportunity to overlay my own interpretation of bear the animal, and bear the icon, and any current concerns.
This is Woody the brown bear. He will be in the shop in the coming week. Will you adopt him?
First time listening to Love and its Opposites, 2010 album of Tracy Thorn (of Everything But the Girl). The first song is Oh! The Divorces, the second, Long White Dress, third song, Hormones. The theme is strong here.
The lyrics has a sad and almost whining tone, which perhaps is pop music, however, Tracy’s voice was warm and knowing. Acknowledging whatever happened happened. I then skipped to the last song, Swimming. The album ends with strong reverberation and Tracy repeating “It’s all over, let’s carry on… swimming”.
What else is there to do when the sky falls down? Carry on swimming. And singing while swimming obviously helps.
And carry on I shall, swimming through it all, making beakies more and more, marn
See ya next week.