Random documentation of some excellent recent times.
Doing little experiments helping @vnesswolfchild make some magical video art and she taught me a bunch on how to use the tc helicon I just bought.
Some random nat geo feels
Good Bones again tonight! Come around 8:30pm at Boggs School!!!
Puppets! These are some of the beautiful raw puppets @interstatearts made for Good Bones and a couple lil clips of them in action with music by @richie_hinterland! I think it is so fun and interesting to see how the puppets are built to articulate and emote. Also I can’t get over how sweet puppet love is. Performances are free and happening this Friday and Saturday at about 8:30pm!
80 degrees and the happy spring time palette is finally peaking through the blinds! Last pic is of pretty swatch testers Scott from @espdetroit did for a flatstock job. 🌼
Building protection with @embersmall 🔥🖤
Deeply touched by everyone’s responses and kind words yesterday. Thank you so much. Yesterday a cousin on my mom’s side shared with me this picture of my mom on her wedding day that I have never seen of her (I’ve only ever seen a couple photographs). The second is of my grandpa and grandma on their wedding day. I ended up getting dinner at Flowers of Vietnam with @ashleyhennen and ended the night with @richie_hinterland and @bailingzhi who got me a cake and we cackled looking at cat gifs. I’m feeling really loved in the aftermath, got a lot of good ones in my life. 🔮
Music from my mother’s jewelry box, the only object of hers that I have. ... I was born today, and for those interested I have a story to share. My mother, who passed when I was 3, made the choice to have me even though she was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer while pregnant with me. When I was 18 I for some reason looked at my baby book, it is pretty sparse with only a few pictures of me, it was a tough time for my family. But in the back of the book I found a note tucked away, it was in very beautiful cursive handwriting, it was from my mother, written to me. She started with ‘my little papoos’, which is a Algonquian word (my family also has French Canadian roots) for Native American baby, I was nicknamed that because my grandma was half Native and half French and when I was born I had dark skin and jet black hair, which made my grandma really proud. She is also the person who named me (my name is the French past tense word for rebirth, and it is also traditionally considered a male name, the extra e at the end is what makes it feminine) - I can’t help but see the connection to her and the sense of new beginnings and hope by naming me that. So, cycling back, in this note my mother told me that she loved me but she wasn’t going to be around to see me grow up. She told me that she would be with me in spirit and that it is going to be ok. I can’t quite explain how I felt, there in my hands was the only correspondence I would ever have with the woman who chose to give life to me even though she knew it would mean losing hers. I still don’t know how to feel. She is someone who I don’t know much about, an omission in my life. But I feel her, I can’t explain that either. And I feel my grandmother, who also died when I was 9. These women are deep in my dna, their struggles, love, dreams. I know they both went through a lot of heartache, maybe I subconsciously carry that with me. But I also think I carry with me their resilience and strength. Whether or not ghosts are real, I like to think of them by my side and that my joys become their’s too, something I can share with them.