Kate, an artist and human being of the highest caliber, sent me this out of the blue! She drew it in 2007, apparently! I would fly to Minneapolis just to give her a hug if I could afford it. What a wonderful gift from an amazing person. <3

*gasp*

are talking about building something

*wheeeeeze*

on our roof

*gaaaasp*

to house

*WHEEEZE*

PIGEONS.

.

I swear to you this was not even my idea!

Stephanie is doing something great next month.

Have you ever thought a walnut resembles a brain? A snail shell, the inner ear? How do you go about understanding what’s hidden under your skin? This is the question interdisciplinary artist Stephanie Stewart-Bailey poses in her installation, Comparative Anatomy, which will be on display at the Exploratorium from April 3 through 29, 2012. Through an interpretation of anatomical comparisons, this exhibit plays with the idea that seemingly unrelated things can easily resemble one another. By creating an environment that combines art with science, Stewart-Bailey asks visitors to adopt a personal identification with their own anatomy through investigating the exhibit’s collection of anatomical preparations and common objects.  The artist will be present to engage with visitors at her installation on Saturdays and Sundays, from 11 am to 3 pm, through the month of April. This exhibit is included with admission to the Exploratorium.

(via Exploratorium: Press Information: | Comparative Anatomy – April 2012)

By the way, I totally live with Corpus Callosum now.

:D

stephanieacrossthesea:

Yesterday, upon leaving my new house to celebrate the Lunar New Year, on its Eve, I stopped to look and see if the guardian moth was still dead on my front door’s frame. Two days ago I had noticed it clinging on to the brick work. I had liked it there.

But when I found it to not be there, I panicked a little. I told myself that I should have collected it earlier, and it reinforced my New Year’s belief in keeping steady to the motto : “A stitch in time, saves nine.” But the entire reason I left it there was that I liked it guarding my new home. And then, it was gone on the eve of the new year!

Perhaps it was flying away to report to a larger jade god moth about our household. 

With a bit of forlorn guilt and dread I glanced around the brick work of the front window. Just in case. 

And there it was, sitting now on my window frame. Then it was alive! It just had moved, with a jolted upright, broken, fluttering wing. DId that mean it had been dying for two days?

Referring to why it had moved from the doorway, my housemate said, ”Perhaps it was cold!” 

So I took it with us to the New Year Eve celebration. I figured better to be warm while you are dying, than cold. 

After the warmth of fire crackers humming in my ears, laughter, and sea creatures wrapped around sugar cane in my belly, I returned home, with the further humming of the moth’s broken wing, still active.

Midnight came, I ran out of our new front doorway, into the rain washing the street, my socks became steeped like tea in the puddles. And then, I entered my own doorway just after midnight. This year I will bring my own self luck. 

I lit my lamp and placed the moth on my bedside table. It crawled to face the light. I turned the jar so it would face away from the lamp to check and see if it were true, that it wanted the light. And it was so. In its slow dying gait, it rotated itself, slipping on the glass. 

And so, I woke late this New Year’s morning. I found last year’s moth no longer active in its body.

It had gone. 

With its end, I wanted to thank it for making these days beautiful, for bringing even more poignancy to this New Year. 

chúc mừng năm mới! 

Oh goodness. If you have ever wondered why I love this woman so much, here is one answer (of millions).

(via Headed downtown, with props. on Twitpic)

What a blessing that I get to call such wonderful people my friends.

corpus-callosum:

Corpus Callosum spends time seriously considering the sonic and performative possibilities of a chunk of styrofoam that has a peculiarly vibrating fissure.

Remember that text I got the other day?

Have I ever told you exactly how wonderful my friends are?

Because OH MY GOD.

I’ve been getting some pretty great text messages lately.

And the best happy clown.

Qarly is the best sad clown I’ve ever known.

Check out this rad piece of art! It was created by and features my very own Stephanie, and of the things I have hanging on my walls, it’s definitely my favorite.

Except it isn’t hanging on my wall right now. It’s going on a vacation to Winnipeg to spend some time lounging about in an art gallery, and won’t be back until November. Wish it a safe and exciting trip!

corpus-callosum:

Corpus Callosum’s obsession with moths has reached a new height. 

(photo by stephanie stewart-bailey)

<3

stephanieacrossthesea:

if there is one thing, above all the others, that i could say that i learned tonight….

that learning anatomy from the source is just as good of a feeling as my memory of how it feels to fall in love.

really. 

love,

s

#dissection #love

"You’re my type, and I would totally fuck you, but I know I’d be a dick about it. We wouldn’t hang out anymore, we’d stop talking as much… we could have meaningless, unemotional sex, but I think you deserve better than that."

—

I don’t remember how we ended up on this topic last night, but this was how a friend explained to me why he and I have never hooked up (despite the fact that we are both incredibly rad and attractive people, of course).

Whether this is indicative of true friendship and respect or just some skillful smooth talking, its probably the nicest possible way to say “I don’t want to fuck you.”