My schedule is strange right now for certain. I act as Mrs. Quill Tuesdays and Thursdays, waking before the sun and piloting Silver Car through the valleys filled with woodsmoke and first light. Mondays have lately been devoted to returning from travels, driving north from points south with the companion who is bearded against the slanting light of early evening. Fridays are for writing, as I am still making the art words do for the boss I left behind in New York. And Wednesdays are sleepy.
After spending Tuesdays supervising children scattered across the early November lawn of the school, drawing what backs up against: dramatic hills, a farm, and mountains, Mrs. Quill turns into Erica The Friendly And Somewhat Bookish Bartender (Who Could Be Better At Math) when she gets back to town. So Tuesdays are long, but they are filled with a great spectrum of conversations, insights, and faces to remember. After the neon lights are turned off and the sign is flipped I hobble upstairs and tumble into Bed.
The Screaming Eagle calls for me still. FEED ME she asks MAYBE YOU FORGOT THAT YOU ALREADY FED ME; FEEEED ME.
Wednesdays I always feel a bit jet-lagged but there is something pleasant about this cocooned sleepiness– time for the life administration tasks (a term Jono said once, one I immediately clung to) and researching recycled cardboard collage murals and thinking about the paintings I need to photograph, the research I need to scare out, the film I need to develop, the buckets of acrylic paint I need to order.
But for a little while in the morning, there is coffee and there is time to use the Internet to look at Olive.
Jake claims not to like her, but images of him and the videos he creates say otherwise.
Please, click on all the little teasers below for Jake Weller’s directorial debut at the 1st Annual Penn Street Cat Film Festival. Know that I had nothing to do with the creation of these works.
And this, the most brilliant, hypnotizing gem of the collection:
With parting words from Jono.