And so it is the cruelest month, but it's not all bad. Warming weather. Tulips in the beds on Michigan Ave. An excellent weekend, that while I was studio bound on Saturday, found me Sunday first at WomanMade Gallery, reading a bit from
girl show and the underground house series, and then at a cool sideshow performance in a very-20's era basement jazz club in River North abouts (so very speakeasy--the entrance was actually tucked down the alley in the middle of the block..) There were, of course, burlesque dancers, sword swallowers, and firebreathers aplenty, and also an example of very improper use of staple guns. Mondays are always hard, and today I've been slowly pushing off several tasks til Tuesday/Wednesday and deciding that sometimes I am way too overambitious at the beginning of the week to actually finish the things I plan right out of he gate.
Friday, as I was musing over some cover ideas for upcoming dgp books, I was struck with a new idea for a series of poems built around
Monstrorum Historia, which I've encountered in many vintage image galleries in individual pieces, but hadn't actually seen the whole of it. They probably would be more modern in focus and just inspired by the drawings, but it's an intriguing idea Of course, this project has to get in line behind a few others I have in the hopper at the moment, but I'd love to start working on it at least piecemeal later in the month.
Otherwise, I am enjoying tacos and cupcakes and new plaid dresses and all this extra glorious daylight...
