dreams

Day 227 in the mirror with press and dreams, 95%

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Day 227 in the mirror. As my Dad pointed out over Xmas, this project seems to be a study in bathrooms. I guess there is always that to fall back on if this whole feminist-performance-artists-using-the-body-now-that-they’re-over-40/cougar analysis doesn’t work out. But how can it not with press like this?! Note to self: speak in more of a monotone! Next time! For print! And web! Interviews!

I now dream in leopard print. It started about a month ago. Shopping, folding clothes, getting dressed. Friends showing me animal printed things. Fairly banal, shallow, dreamscape consumervision. I also have nightmares that I am wearing plaid or that I am all dressed in black. That I have forgot. That I have lived a few days without the print, and realize that it’s too late. That my project is broken. That I broke it and it’s too late to fix it. That it’s wrecked. That I failed. Sometimes when I get dressed, I fantasize about wearing black cords and a soft red sweatshirt, wondering what that would feel like. Not the fabric, but the patternlessness of the material.

But onwards and upwards, I’m more than halfway there. No sense getting all Apocalypse Now on you (I’m debating about showing this in Intro to Film at CEGEP when I teach it again).

As for the pictures, I will try harder to mix it up or at least take you to bathrooms that you haven’t seen because you’ve pretty much experienced the whole wardrobe which I may or may not burn on June 2nd, 2013.

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