My art sculpture has collapsed… I had this evolving sculpture in my house. I leaned a whole bunch of branches against a wall so they looked like a kinda tree. And then I hung things from the branches. Anything around my house that I saw, I just hung it.
eg: a snake skin. a blue umbrella Handel. a lantern. toilet rolls. bits of cardboard, a twisted coat hanger.
I liked it because: it kept growing over time, like a real tree. And when I looked at it I didn’t just see JUNK, I’d remember all the little stories of how those things came to hang there. It was really nice.
So the other day I accidentally bumped it and the whole thing came crashing down. I tried to rebuild it but it was impossible to get all the sticks standing up again! It was lost forever. 
I should have taken photo’s before it died. But all well, things die. And I remember I was talking to God the other day and he didn’t seem to think death was such a big deal. It is just another part of life…. so maybe I shouldn’t be too sad.
literally.
Anyway! Clear the way for NEW ARTS PROJECTS in my HOUSE. I am currently constructing a memory wall. I also think I might put a whole bunch of hooks in my ceiling. Gather a bunch of sticks, wrap them in wool and hang them all from the ceiling and use them as a frame to hang other random objects from! yay!
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This song just came on my play list and I broke into tears… how odd…
Look at me. What am I doing? I am such a dreamer! I’m wearing lemon pants and a bright red scarf that looks FABULOUS (but is itchy). I’m sitting im my ‘writing studio’ thinking about ‘arts projects’. I am not living in the real world. I am a made up person. I dont know anything about reality. Am I even taking Life seriously? Don’t I know I have to build a future? Don’t I know I’ll be working in Woolworths when I’m forty if I don’t do SOMETHING QUICK!!?!?!?
No.. that wont happen to me. Because I have a plan.
... my future?
PLAN B: Sell Out
Crush up dreams and stick them in the recycling bin.
Take down everything colourful.
Move to a city (maybe in America?).
Choose heartless career (I am smart - I can do whatever I like. Maybe be a teacher? They get holidays.)
Go out drinking on the weekend.
Have sex with people i don’t know.
Get really excited about boring-ordinary-things.
Stop going to church.
Change channel whenever dieing children come on.
Do no give money to buskers.
Spend it at the casino.
Care about my hair style.
Alot.
Watch television on week nights.
Buy Ikea furniture.
Get an iphone and purchase music directly off I-tunes.
Listen to commercial radio stations.
Get a suit.
Do not believe I am sacred.
Do not believe I am special.
Don’t even sing in the shower.
Don’t even breath out of time.
Dont even listen to the commercial radio station.
Commute.
Zone out.
Glass of wine every evening.
Wash the dishes.
the car.
under the bed.
Crawl under the bed.
suck my thumb.
visit parents every 2nd or 3rd weekend.
Act like I don’t look forward to it.
Act like I have other things to get back to.
Kill myself in an ‘accident’.
Wow, I really hope that Plan A works out for you. I really hope that you never have to listen to commercial radio…
Rhys.
You are amazing.
Your words give me so much hope.
Especially right now when everything in my life seems so dark.
I have a new site… the link should be attached to this comment. Not mentioning my name because the new blog is fairly anonymous. But I think you’ll know me from my email address (i hope).
I like suits.. they are cool..