#electric skeleton

Conway (aka you): Can you give me directions to this house so I can make this antique furniture delivery?

The end of Act 3: I just accidentally sold my soul to an electric skeleton for a glass of whiskey.

Glowy Bones!

if you know me in real life you know i have been lowkey obsessed with this one flower recently. it keeps reappearing in my art, across different mediums: chamerion angustifolium, or fireweed. it’s a small pink blooming stalk of flowers. it’s not anything particularly beautiful or special in appearance, but it’s the first thing to grow after forest fires, and it enables the forest to begin again. 

taking the forest fire as a metaphor for a destructive spiral of anxiety and doubt, chamerion angustifolium is a nice concept that i hang onto. my flowers are beginning to regrow now, and luckily im learning how to take care of myself, and how to get myself back to the point of flowers once again.

i’m trying to give myself momentum on this upward swing so that it lasts longer than last time. so i’m going to talk about what i’m happy about, and what i’m excited about for this fall. (this will be weirdly personal, seeing as i hardly post any of my own life & insteas just creep on all you lovely people).

every time i think about my room in the fall, i remember the wood trim and big windows, and how it’s my own room, and how i have my own personal little porch. i’m going to get a little table and chair, and eat all my meals out there, and have so many plants. i’ll sit and wake & bake some mornings before my afternoon classes, and i’ll sit outside at 2am to smell the morning approach, and then go longboarding.

most of all i can’t wait to decorate. i have the big red tapestry from india, and the black & gold filigree tapestry, and my colorado flag. i completed my goal of stealing a sign this summer - the handicapped parking sign is going to michael, but i’m going to put the tow-away sign on my door, and the one-way sign upside down above my bed. i’ll put the small blue lamp by my bed, and the 5-necked colored lamp in the corner. 

i’ll have all my favorites of my art posters up, and my succulents and jewelry dish, and the ceramic ring hand. that rough silver-flowered bow that holds my angel cards, and the simple wooden chest. my posters are all black and white. my longboard (painted by me, supposedly) leaning in the corner, and my art shit on my desk, “organized.” ill have a hookah by then, and i’ll have a stockpile of flavors like mojito, and jasmine, and canteloupe. and i’ll hookah on my porch at midnight and meet cute boys/girls that way, like a fucked up rapunzel story.

i’m going to make myself a new jewelry holder this summer too. i haven’t decided if i’m going to make it out of that piece of the elevator that i stole, a rusty bent piece of an old car i found in the mountains, or that tree branch with the beetle patterns.

i’m finally learning how to longboard, and getting pretty good at it. even better, it’s become a relaxing thing for me, a way to unwind. after work or after a stressful day, i come home and go longboarding down the bike path along the creek. i either go along the canal on the upper portion, or along the bikepath that i take to this elementary school across the creek, and skate around. it has a killer view of the mountains, and since i usually go at sunset, sometimes i get amazing colors. 

i’ve started a new art project: making collages/sculptures out of junk i find. lots of weird shit, but lots of potential to be Rad Art Shit. i’m also working on something with collaging torn pages of Vogue into textural arrangments. i’m also debating doing a synesthesia version, where i create an album’s overall texture with a Vogue collage. i think an album would be good, because there’s an overall set of sounds & textures, without having to get into specifics of each song.

the good news is that with the anxiety getting much better, the synesthesia has gotten a lot stronger. the grapheme-color (letters/numbers -> color) is the strongest it’s ever been, and i’m thinking of doing a design-based art essay (?) using the synesthesia as the starting point. 

i’m making a website for myself, and i’m really excited because i know exactly what i want. it’s just making/designing it that’s holding me back... and time. 

i’m reworking my color board, and i’m starting a new playlist for myself. i’ve been meaning to for a while, but haven’t been satisfied with any of the names i had picked. then tonight, “electric skeleton,” and it all falls into place.

i visit boston  in 3 DAYS and i’m so excited to see everyone again. i miss everyone so much & itll be so incredible nice to see them in person. this trip will be interesting because im trying not to have any expectations and right now, i don’t. but that little tiny part of me that does have ideas that possibly resemble expectations.... it’s really excited. and nervous. and scared. 

ive created many tangents in my head, but my favorite is the one that involves touching his butt >:)

okay interet randos, enough glimpsing into my personal life and/or weird shit. 

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The Electric Skeleton blog is run by a girl called Lauren who lives in the great city of Melbourne, Australia. After many years of people’s eyes glazing over when she talked about music, the only reasonable thing for her to do was starting a music blog named after a Darren Hanlon song. (Darren Hanlon is an Australian urban-folk singer/songwriter.)

Electric Skeleton covers news, reviews, the occasional rant, but also submissions. Lauren's preferred methods of receiving music are through CD's, physical media is of course always better but mp3 downloads will also do the trick. 

Darren Hanlon--Electric Skeleton