The last few weeks have been absolutely crazy. Ups and downs and all arounds. Plans have disintegrated, appeared from nowhere; hopes have been lifted and dashed and lifted again. There's been a lot of waiting. And there's probably going to be a lot of waiting. And if you hadn't noticed, it was driving me insane. Until recently.
For the past few days, Devyn and I have been planning something. Something big. Something that makes me so stupidly excited I have to keep myself from grinning in public. But that might be because Britney Spears makes me think of it.
Are you ready?
I don't think you are.
How could you be?
Because ladies and gentleman, a new circus is coming to town...
I'd tell you what it's about, but, well, that would make this more than a teaser.
A) Bruises and burns are merit badges; the more you have, the better you are at your job. Admitting pain is a luxury outside of your pay bracket.
B) You travel. A lot. But you usually only see your hotel room, the venue, and the ride in between. (Tomorrow I'm traveling to teach up in St. Andrews)
C) You don't get to have preconceptions of who you are. One minute you're a performer under the lights, the next you're helping lug 50lb bags of sound equipment to an overstuffed Camry or selling merch at a popup table. In costume.
D) You learn to work on your toes. This Friday I'm doing an act with a live band I've never met, to a song I've never heard, on a piece of equipment I have trained on four times in my life. My next practice opportunity is 3 hours before the show opens. I'm hoping to have a 4 minute routine. And a costume.
E) You understand that nothing in life is inherently glamorous. Everything is what you make of it and how you choose to present it.
Well, my friends, it is perhaps the coolest thing you will ever see. Nestled in the Tron--an amazing art space in Glasgow's Merchant City--this installation (half show, half museum) features colossal sculptures made of old sewing machines, animal bones, and everything in-between. Check out the website above for their full history--it's quite incredible.
I took some pictures of the sculptures/self-contained-shows (aka 'kinemats'). And by some, I mean a lot. And they were impossible to capture in stills because they were moving! And the lights changed and there was music and every second something different was happening! So I can't choose which photos to upload.
So you get all of them.
If they capture one-tenth of the craziness and emotion of each piece, my work is done.
if you double click, you can go to the site to see them full size. Well worth it for the detail.
If you ever get to Glasgow, spend some time in the Merchant City, especially Trongate and Castleriggs. I know that's where I'll be haunting a lot more.
As we learned from last week's Rebel video, I procrastinate. A lot. Or rather, I use work to procrastinate the other work I should be doing. Which means all the photos I've been taking have piled up, along with all the things I want to share, and I think that's prologue enough.
So, I've been busy. Like, procrastinating-work-by-working-on-side-projects busy. Which is great, seeing as I've been relatively unemployed and bored the last few months of my life. BUT! It's a switch, and in the slow times I feel nostalgic for New England and slow mornings of homemade lattes and breakfast with a good friend. I've been meeting new people and being social and working and reading great new books and looking at writing from all new angles. (The switch from reading as a reader to reading as an editor is TERRIFYINGLY INSIGHTFUL.) Life is AMAZING! But I still miss people, and I think that's okay.
Let's begin with this week's Teaser, which, due to my new schedule, might need to be moved to Wednesday from now on. Help me think of a good title? Wicked Wednesdays?
This is coming from Academy, one of Claire's entries. She's out at training when one of her "day terrors" takes over.
We had a water break and while I was coming back to the grounds it hit, another fucking day terror. At first I didn't even notice it: I felt the tingle, the small ache in my head. But nothing changed. I thought it had passed. I kept walking and then realized that the place was empty. I couldn't hear anyone, and there was no one near the Fire grounds. I started freaking out, thought maybe I'd missed where we were supposed to go next. I walked up to the Fire building and was about to look inside when I heard something crunching up the gravel behind me. I turned, and there was a...thing on the path. It looked like a human, but it was covered in blood and the air around it was black, like was sucking in all life. Purple eyes. His head was cocked to one side like a puppet.
He raised an arm toward me and opened his mouth, but the sound that came out was like breaking glass and crashing waves and blood spilling down cement: all these horrible images going through my head. I screamed, I know I did. Because the next thing I know Professor Dmitri is holding my arms and asking me what's wrong.
So yeah, there's that.
And now, I think it's time for more pictures, don't you?