Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Thursday, November 22, 2012
This fall, Jessica Weinstein and Anonymous Ensemble had the pleasure of presenting LIEBE LOVE AMOUR! At the New Ohio Theater in NYC, The Schaefer Theater in North Carolina, the Center for the Arts at Wesleyan University, and the Cafe Istanbul in New Orleans. Tall Hilda managed to sneak out of the theater and look for her true love at a chapel or two as well.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
The Octopus is the most emotionally developed creature, and can take on the colors and patterns of its surroundings, not just changing as it passes over a color or texture, but actually seeing something from a distance and taking on its colors and patterns. The Octopus mind can think in the ways of the things that it sees. I have heard that if an an octopus is swimming along and on one side it sees a male octopus that it wants to fight with, and on one side a female octopus that it wants to mate with, it can turn one side of its body angry colors, and one side flirty colors.
An Octopus has three hearts. This comes in handy for loving several other spirit animals with all your heart at once. And of course with eight arms...
Octopi can fit into small crevices. Their bodies are adaptable.
Octopi squirt ink to defend themselves. Or to express themselves.
Octopi are highly intelligent.
The Octopus eats its own limbs when stressed. The octopus is trying to get better at this and preserve its lovely long fingers.
The Octopus' travel methods include crawling, walking, jet-propulsion, flying, and swimming.
Yesterday I met another octopus. I asked if it was a sextopus (hoping I was not being too forward) but it explained that no, its other two legs were just hiding behind.
If you look close at the human hand in this picture, you can see my form.
Today I met this big creature. It said it was just a baby, but it was standing on four legs. It had a big pink mouth that was very strong. At first I was afraid, but then I realized that it thought I was its mother. I think it misses its mother. I let it pretend I was its mother for a little while.
Friday, June 1, 2012
I spent some time with the cows, living in a mysterious garden shed, helping calves be born, feeding first bottles, and wrangling a cow to the ground in a headlock while the herdsman reaches the length of his arm into its vagina to remove a retained placenta. There is something so comforting about cows, and something so unbelievable about calves, so fully formed when they are born, just trying to figure out what in the world they are.