Cold hands, and a winterscape.
So I was up late last night what with one thing and another and I finally crawled into bed at half past one the next morning. The cat was grumpy but he should understand when I come to bed at that time of night I’m going to shake the blankets out and he’s just going to have to deal.
Jenn was still drawing. (Actually, speaking technically, I think she was applying a texture from a Yoshitoshi woodblock print, but technically it was drawing.) Garbage was on the stereo.
Sometime later I halfway wake up. She’s crawling into bed. Her feet are cold and she shoves them up against mine to warm them which is maybe why I halfway wake up. Her fingers are cold, too. (She’ll tell you it’s because there’s a hole in the wall of her studio where the electric space heater used to be and so she gets this fearsome draft, but really, the woman has poor circulation. Ask anyone who’s shaken her hand.) I manage to find the clock and hit the glowbar: it’s 3:37 in the morning. The cat is on the pillow by my head, so this wakes him up. He lets me know he’s grumpy. Dammit.
This is what she goes through to put up new panels of Dicebox.
In addition to which, she’s also got a piece in a First Thursday group show. That’d be tonight, it being First Thursday and all. (Which I realize is short notice and I’d have maybe said something sooner but I just found out it was tonight and not a month from now or so this morning as I was putting on my jacket.) So if you live in Portland and you’re at all curious then I recommend you make your way down to PushDot, at 833 Northwest 14th Avenue, there in the Pearl; we’ll be there ourselves at some point or another from time to time.
But if you can’t make it; if you’re in another state or unforgivably busy or some such excuse, well, I’m telling you, it’s more impressive in person, but if you just can’t make it, we’ll understand; we’ll try to understand. Here, then, is a taste of Hecate.
Commenting is closed for this article.
