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.”
Tag: psychology
“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.”
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Do you know what I’d like to do now? “No. What?”
Get out of this tent you built us.
“Oh me too. It’s really dreadful, Mum.” Well let’s go then, dear. What’s to stop us? “Absolutely nothing. You’re right. Let’s do it.”
“My sister goes off to buy the curtain material you have set your heart on but someone else has bought it. All 36 yards of it…. you write that you “could weep”.
“And when she suggests you come with her and your granddaughter on a trip to the nearest big city one hundred miles away, your first reaction is that you can’t do it. All that traipsing around … You must have been about 80 at the time, Mum.”
But then you think … Ah. Curtains, and off you go. You search and search … but in all the city you cannot find the material you so want.”
“For you still have “that lovely butter yellow” in your “mind’s eye.”
