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good morning, sunday morning.
I haven't written since the New Year, so I thought I'd say hello.
Hello!
Today is the last day of my February vacation.
I should have spent the time organizing and getting ready for zygote's arrival, but I spent the time making some art for a show I am going to be in. It's not a very important show, but it is nice to have a new piece to put in to the show. Of course it is yet another large sculpture, so I am yet to compromise the facts that I live in very small spaces with a whole lot of stuff and no place to store anything extra with reality, but I haven't done so yet. I am continuing to make large art and having no place to put it and no desire to sell it or give it away.
The new stuff is good, I hope you can all make to the opening, Tuesday March 6th at the Boston Arts Academy, right across from Fenway Park, between 5 and 7. Snackables were promised by the organizers.
Zygote is doing well. I am now in the possession of a truly legitimate belly which I get to parade around everywhere I go. And there is a consistent drum beat from the inside. It's a little nice, and a little disorienting. I am torn between doing everything I want to be doing and not being able to do much of it. I've been doing a lot of research on birth-giving practices and suddenly feeling compelled for the first time in my life to make feminist art based on my findings. I am certainly fighting the urge, but really, what I am discovering is really sad. I am planning and hoping that I can avoid hospitals and medical interventions for zygote's arrival, as well as all the joys and pleasures associated with those things. I agree, some of the new-agy material out there is beyond lame, but I think there is a wholesome and reasonable middle ground and I hope to find it.
What else?I wish I could stop worrying about everything. I wish that my family would stop stressing me out by imposing their own worries on top of my own, as though I don't have enough to worry about without worrying about their worries. I wish my family would stop demanding that everything in my life suddenly become normal without any meaningful or positive input from their side. Really, people,I could care less what you think or feel at this point. I am not saying life is easy, but I am managing, thankyouverymuch.
Anyway. Maybe this is all just crazy pregnancy hormones.
Coming up with a name is really hard. I don't know how you people do it. I love many names abstractly, but I can't imagine applying them to a little zygote. especially girl names. boy names are super easy, I would have a hard time choosing one from my giant list of boy names.
Well, anyway, I think that's about it for now. Be well dear friends, much love.
I haven't written since the New Year, so I thought I'd say hello.
Hello!
Today is the last day of my February vacation.
I should have spent the time organizing and getting ready for zygote's arrival, but I spent the time making some art for a show I am going to be in. It's not a very important show, but it is nice to have a new piece to put in to the show. Of course it is yet another large sculpture, so I am yet to compromise the facts that I live in very small spaces with a whole lot of stuff and no place to store anything extra with reality, but I haven't done so yet. I am continuing to make large art and having no place to put it and no desire to sell it or give it away.
The new stuff is good, I hope you can all make to the opening, Tuesday March 6th at the Boston Arts Academy, right across from Fenway Park, between 5 and 7. Snackables were promised by the organizers.
Zygote is doing well. I am now in the possession of a truly legitimate belly which I get to parade around everywhere I go. And there is a consistent drum beat from the inside. It's a little nice, and a little disorienting. I am torn between doing everything I want to be doing and not being able to do much of it. I've been doing a lot of research on birth-giving practices and suddenly feeling compelled for the first time in my life to make feminist art based on my findings. I am certainly fighting the urge, but really, what I am discovering is really sad. I am planning and hoping that I can avoid hospitals and medical interventions for zygote's arrival, as well as all the joys and pleasures associated with those things. I agree, some of the new-agy material out there is beyond lame, but I think there is a wholesome and reasonable middle ground and I hope to find it.
What else?I wish I could stop worrying about everything. I wish that my family would stop stressing me out by imposing their own worries on top of my own, as though I don't have enough to worry about without worrying about their worries. I wish my family would stop demanding that everything in my life suddenly become normal without any meaningful or positive input from their side. Really, people,I could care less what you think or feel at this point. I am not saying life is easy, but I am managing, thankyouverymuch.
Anyway. Maybe this is all just crazy pregnancy hormones.
Coming up with a name is really hard. I don't know how you people do it. I love many names abstractly, but I can't imagine applying them to a little zygote. especially girl names. boy names are super easy, I would have a hard time choosing one from my giant list of boy names.
Well, anyway, I think that's about it for now. Be well dear friends, much love.