#somnambulance

[illuminating-dawn]

You.

(no, I'm not elaborating)

(ok, it may have something to do with the current pk drama but shush)

(testing out a theory like I always do. )

Me.

[fortune-teller-imperial]

In... your imagined reality? Are you implying that it's possible to enter someone else's?

ooh questions without gift? no answers for you!

...

......i jest i jest, i got you didn't i? awah? don't give me that look i know you paid before!

hrm. is it possible? hrmm... hrmmmMMMMM???

well. yes.

where the line blurs between dreams and death and waking and what is real and what is not, you can... slip through

a hop! a skip! a jump!

buuuuuuut if enough power was brought to bear in a place is is... not quite but is

like a dream. or nightmare. or memory held in mind

one could just... walk right over the threshold awawa!

*imperial grows quiet for a moment before their fingers reach down into the glowing white ash, drawing several straight lines running along side each other. as their finger draws some of these lines wiggle and wave, melting into each other before diverging again*

sometimes. we touch. but we always go back on course again. sometimes. we hold hands.

but this is an old story. one of us always has to leave.

you can hop back and forth and back and forth and back and forth again and again and again but...

you might not notice a mortal leaving, your lives are short and meaningless most often

but you would notice a god. you'd writhe for their vanishing. but... even a god can be forgotten

*their fingers return to the ash, drawing spirals, ripples, distorting the lines*

an ending. an understanding. a beginning. an ending again.

oa?

do you see?

[russet-red]

in this house we TFOCs 

[sehnsuchtsrauschen]

h i e r

hier

hab ich jedes zeitgefühl verloren

bin wie der mond

und kann allein nicht leuchten

hab’ mir dich hierher gewünscht 

zu mir und

meinem dachfenster in den wolken

//

der somnambulismus

öffnet das fenster für mich

ich schau nur durch dich hindurch

rettend fangen deine augen mich wieder ein

meine hülle antwortet nicht

aufgewacht

so müde und ahnungslos

© jmn-2018 

[koyamapress]

Inspired by the intellectual and theoretical beliefs of Kathy Acker, the Acker Award “celebrates the long-standing creative achievements of local artists of every disciplines whom we recognize for their ground-breaking, unconventional, cutting edge, nonconforming, risk-taking, and community/culture oriented accomplishments.” One of the recipients this year was Fiona Smyth who recently released her career spanning collection Somnambulance. Find out more about the awards right here!

[fionasmyth]

The Drawing Siphon, year long drawing project in 2012, 1850 of 2200 #somnambulance #koyamapress #drawing #OAC https://www.instagram.com/p/BpVxECIn_K_/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=gnyexa3wjx6u

[yungjpg]

y'all ever get like... a single word stuck in your head???

[fortune-teller-imperial]

Greetings! Might I ask, what do you know of imagined realities?

I have payment in the form of a warm scarf and hat, for while you may not be as bothered by cold and snow as others, it can be quite pleasant to be warm, I'd imagine.

*imperial had JUST removed the last dead bug from their new camp, choosing one that had already been set up was a stroke of genius on their part as for once they don't actually have to unpack much! and it seems that a bug has already asked them for their services*

hrm. you ask strange questions! but strange is what i am!

realities imagined?

dreams are kin, yes, but not.

we speak of worlds thought and held in mind; fantasies, stories, tales told and perception.

you look at me, i look at you, what do you see, what do i see in return?

if there is something you seek which isn't in your imagined reality, maybe it is in mine! oa? or maybe not?

or maybe so?