Meatyard #1
Characters form. Image: Meatyard Project Context: George has an eye injury. Meatyard made me think of Zoetropes. Image: Strobe Animated Sculptures Project Context: young Eleanor is quiet
Author: sarah
Loop for writing: Aphex Twin
These Recent Memories: 1917
Lately I have been thinking about place and time and the proximity to memory (whether personal or public). When I moved to a new area a few years ago I found a history half way between restoration and abandonment. It called to me and now I’m searching. I have found small memories left behind by someone and they are beginning to stitch themselves into the skins of my new characters, evolving into something new, something that reminds you that they have never gone away. These memories are a link to a link to a link, forming the patterns of images, ideas and words until eventually (I assume) I have completed the second project. Take this memory: these women. this place. Take this memory: Take this memory: these women return Something links to a link to a link to a link…
Starlings
Hollywood Wives
I’m reading Hollywood Wives for work. This is a developing post. Here are some notes I’ve made in the margins: I made a mental note to punch the sexist pig in the face Classic Question: who is talking? I’m so confused Who? Am I missing something? Just like Nightcrawler! This book is on the money. Ha Whoa! Bombshell. Which victim? Don’t leave me hanging, Jackie. Hollywood = young wives, old dudes Here comes the messy subplot the loss of innocence. Blah blah. Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! What is with all the homophobia?? I can suspend disbelief, but this?? holy. shit. This chapter blew my mind.
Burn + Clear
Lunch time. April. I walk the path, head straight. I dodge swooping birds, step over Ute tracks left by the SES workers the day before. And now the smell of burning.
Sarah Schmidt Writes 