an animated conversation
What are you wiggling your fingers for?
“Exercising. Limbering up for drawing. I’m thinking of doing another challenge: Ahmed Aldoori’s – 100 Heads in 10 Days.”
Is that why you made a Pinterest board full of photo portraits? “You’ve been spying on me.” I am your long-dead mother, part of you and therefore know everything that you do, dear.
“Wonderful. Also a little creepy and embarassing.”
Look at us! We are all colourful again.
“I grew tired of black and white. Nothing seems black and white at the moment.”
“And I heard a rook singing. And I wanted to say so.” Rooks don’t sing. They just caw.
“No. They sing. A bit like a monkey calling and whooping from your chimney pot. I love to hear them.”
Who is that dear? “It’s The Angry Old Woman … I think I need to let her have her say this year.”
What, you mean here? In this space? “Maybe not here but in my own life.”
Well I call that enigmatic, dear. “And I call it wish fulfilment.”
“When I’m short tempered I realise how much I’m just like you.”
I don’t know what you’re talking about. Me, short tempered? I should coco. Wherever did you get that idea?
“Let me think. Where did I get that idea from?”
“I’m feeling very short-tempered.”
I know. I can see that. Plain as a pikestaff. Look at that gif thing you just made!
“Remember I thought I broke the Interwebs with my animation?”
I’m not speaking to you. You were very rude to me in that last post.
“I only said that what you said about ink not mattering was stupid. Not that YOU are stupid.” You called me stupid. “I didn’t Mum. Look … I just want to tell you that I didn’t break the Interwebs.
My animation is up on the LoopdeLoop site for the Fear theme.”
Well hoopdie-hoo.
Anyway. Where have you been? I thought you were painting watercolours.
“I got distracted.” You do get distracted easily you know. Your problem is … you lack concentration.
“I was making gifs.” Gifts? Well anyone can be distracted by gifts. “No Mum. GIFs!”
“Maybe it’s a self confidence thing. Dropping pins into a glass by way of music-making … someone else might have stood ground and made a case for conceptual art there. Or maybe it’s a matter of timing. A couple of years later everyone was looking for conceptual art … But not that year.
I think you should just get on and put those watercolours up.
Why do you like tiny things. Why don’t you make big, colourful things? … I would. “I do make big, colourful things! My necklaces were very big and colourful. Until everyone wanted tiny, delicate ones. “
“Perhaps liking tiny things is to do with shyness. When I was an art student, one time we each had to make a musical instrument from any stuff we could find.”
“Everyone was rushing around, banging on corrugated iron with bits of wood. Banging and clanging. I sat in a corner dropping pins into a glass of water. The tutors thought that was going too far. Or too quiet.”
(ting!)
