the sleep of reason
Oct. 23rd, 2014 09:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaI tried to make two Goya-inspired pumpkins, one of which was Saturn Devouring His Son with an attempt at a pumpkin inside the mouth, except the stem fell off, and one was the crone I linked to in an earlier entry on a soft pumpkin with green. How apropos! A hawk gets to spend the night with those pumpkins.
By now, most of the pumpkins had been gutted and their guts used to fill gloves to make more dead-looking hands.
Désirée made a zombie baby for Emily's zombie family. I thought the pale green looked cool but I guess she fucked up or something and has to repaint it. Nina thought it would be awesome if the eyes still opened and closed. Better yet, it would say "mama" in a distorted voice. If only.
She has blue hair now (so does Emma and I think I prompted her to do that). I was talking to her about how the Night of a Thousand Faces brings some excitement into my non-aestival life and she said maybe the Wildlife Center should do an egg hunt on the nature trail. At this time, she was making Spiderman with his foot falling off and I thought there should be something gnawing there. She says "rat," I say "zombie baby"
Astrid Charron's site was written on a whiteboard at the Wildlife Center and she offered little boxes where you can reach out to her so I did.
I had the idea to use straw for hair for some figures made from bags of balloons that I thought looked appropriate for an evil clown or something. An evil ghost clown, even. Unfortunately, the idea sounded better in my head. It took a lot of layers to get something and a lot of duct tape, which Nina said made a great headband.
Neither Nina nor I got much sleep this past week. Nina's talking about how there was no flash of lightning, only a long peal of thunder and she's wondering if a bomb went off (I do that sometimes) and about the time she saw a meteor streak across the sky and she ran inside and huddled under a table waiting for the blast (I've never done that but occasionally I'll wake from a deep sleep by thunder and I wonder if there's a thunderstorm outside or it was just part of the dream, so it balances out).
burning question: Does that ever happen to you? The thing with thunder in dreams, I mean. Or the thing with the bomb. You decide!
By now, most of the pumpkins had been gutted and their guts used to fill gloves to make more dead-looking hands.
Désirée made a zombie baby for Emily's zombie family. I thought the pale green looked cool but I guess she fucked up or something and has to repaint it. Nina thought it would be awesome if the eyes still opened and closed. Better yet, it would say "mama" in a distorted voice. If only.
She has blue hair now (so does Emma and I think I prompted her to do that). I was talking to her about how the Night of a Thousand Faces brings some excitement into my non-aestival life and she said maybe the Wildlife Center should do an egg hunt on the nature trail. At this time, she was making Spiderman with his foot falling off and I thought there should be something gnawing there. She says "rat," I say "zombie baby"
Astrid Charron's site was written on a whiteboard at the Wildlife Center and she offered little boxes where you can reach out to her so I did.
I had the idea to use straw for hair for some figures made from bags of balloons that I thought looked appropriate for an evil clown or something. An evil ghost clown, even. Unfortunately, the idea sounded better in my head. It took a lot of layers to get something and a lot of duct tape, which Nina said made a great headband.
Neither Nina nor I got much sleep this past week. Nina's talking about how there was no flash of lightning, only a long peal of thunder and she's wondering if a bomb went off (I do that sometimes) and about the time she saw a meteor streak across the sky and she ran inside and huddled under a table waiting for the blast (I've never done that but occasionally I'll wake from a deep sleep by thunder and I wonder if there's a thunderstorm outside or it was just part of the dream, so it balances out).
burning question: Does that ever happen to you? The thing with thunder in dreams, I mean. Or the thing with the bomb. You decide!
