This is a piece (yes, I have posted it before)
made almost entirely from
detritus harvested from the forest floor following
one of our many famous Wind-I-Canes so nothing
was pulled from any living plant or tree in its creation.
The new art pieces will be using similar materials
but include drawings and be long, resemble Native
American shields, be extremely primitive and primal
to represent the deepest human emotions which
simply cannot be expressed (for me) any other way.
It includes the delicate paper harvested from a wasp's
nest and sticks, stones, an armadillo, hummingbird,
dreams had and dreams crushed, wrapped parchment
with mysteries kept secret and a New Journey about
to begin After The Storm of a very difficult bout of
illness had occurred where we lived by the pond, woods,
waterfalls, salmon stream, and eagle's nest before
moving into town. The shields will be tactile,
touchable, and scream but in a beautiful way as if
someone could put grief and loss into a musical score
that ended in a NEW BEGINNING WITH
ACCEPTANCE AND INNER PEACE.
love you all.
VinneyGuinea here for the first time learning about how
life influences art and art heals life.
YumYum seen it all so I asked him to explain why
so much of our new real estate now under "development"
and he said "Go to the developer and see if she
has a permit." So I did. "Mom," I says to her, "You got
a permit to be movin' all this stuff from your bedroom
into our living room? We finally got things just so now you
kinda messin' wid it and Bhindi and YumYum wanna
know why so they sent me to find out whatUp?"
Then she shared a quote by John Lennon:
"Life is what happens when you are busy making
other plans."
She said every so often she would become super ill
and lose more (what her visiting nurse called "Vertical")
Square Feet then replace it
with Horizontal Square Feet in the form of art.
It was a technique she learned from the art therapist
she saw back when Edwin had cancer.
She discovered how healing it was just to touch
things, not draw them, but to touch and glue-gun
and squeeze, sew, and play with very raw, natural
things she found in nature to represent a
primordial Silent Scream of Grief inside that
otherwise had no other "civilized" way out.
Yesterday she had to organize cards again
because - yup! - already coming up on First
Friday Art Walk- and SO MANY photographs
reminded her of...what all came flooding back,
especially the ones she never even had a
chance to say good-bye and "I love you" to...
AND SHE COULDN'T STAND IT.
AND SHE WANTED A CHAIN SAW.
AFTER THAT SHE STARTED HAULING EVERTHING
THAT HAD BEEN IN THE BEDROOM (CUZ IT BLOCKED
THE HEAT VENTS ONCE WINTER CAME) AND SCREW THE CARDS, SHE SAID, SHE WAS GOING TO START AN
ENTIRE SET OF SHIELDS CALLED:
"TORN BUT NOT BROKEN"
and just make the most popular cards because she's glad
they sell but they don't represent how she feels now.
(truth is, the ones of Calvin and MacNutPie sell best
but making them hurts too much, that's the real truth.)
I asked if it meant no more runabouts for us?
She said she'd make a way for us to have it all
and if we chewed stuff it would only lend a stamp
of "authenticity" and she'd even call it "performance art"
and charge more for our contribution but could we
please refrain from peeing and poo-poo-ing on it?
I said that, on behalf of all three of us, we would refrain.
(OF COURSE WE WON'T BUT,
HEY, WE'RE GUINEA PIGS, NOT PICASSOS!
That's a funny word, isn't it? PICASSOS, PICASSOS!)
Mom can't think, drive, find anything, count money,
can't hardly type, falls and crashes all over the place, just today
her walker, full of groceries on the seat, fell into a pothole -
along with a bag of groceries and then mom flying across it -
she drops what she's holding all over the place, looks out the window, then has SO MUCH FUN PLAYING with us and
keeping up with her friends on our blog. Even her friends
in India are reading it and one is watching a live owl cam
with her son and got so excited she emailed mom in Hindi,
she was so excited about...mmm, er....we have absolutely
no idea!
~
A former (we thought) friend, back when things
were the worst with the herd dying and mom's emergency hospitalizations and the medical contraindications still undiagnosed contacted mom but instead of asking how she was or what was going on, or could the friend help in any way stunned us all with one email: "You are too broken to be my friend, I already have 2 broken people in my life and I don't need any more, do not contact me again. Ever."
SERIOUSLY.
Didn't know about hospital. Never asked.
Didn't know about our beloved guinea pigs dying. Never asked.
Didn't know how close mom came to dying. Never asked.
Just: You sound pretty busted up, get outta my life, I don't
do "busted up."
?
?
?
Mom sick on the outside but she ain't touched by
no bullying on the inside. She kinda gets all
"Dirty Harry" like when he says "Feelin' lucky, punk?"
She even trained in martial arts a long time with Bruce
Lee's first student and best friend in Seattle, Jesse
Glover, for real! With knives and sticks, cuz Bruce
was little so he was all about pre-emptive strikes being
lethal. But now mom all peace-peace, gotta put Bruce
and Dirty Harry on the back burner. (Chain saw!?!)
Ex-"Friend" inspired these new shields mom gonna make:
in hopes of speaking tru"power" to the BEAUTIFUL ONES
who promote cruelty and prejudice against
we broken ones, human, animal,
fish, whale, harp seal, guinea pig, dormouse,
dolphin, or bird with broken wing: we all have a
choice: to turn our backs on one another or lean
down, pick one another up, hold our
brothers and sisters, love each other as our very own, compassionately, without rewards or recognition, simply
because that is the most humane part of being human.
WE is beautiful just the way we are!
Today when mom fell in the pothole, a fancy car was coming
and she thought it was going to run over her. When it stopped
she thought it was going to help pick her up but it turned
around and drove away. Coming towards her was a raggedy,
homeless, soaking wet, man with one eye and one hand.
HE HELPED HER! TRUE.
~
To all broken ones suffering in the Silent Unloved,
these shields are dedicated.
To all broken ones whose wings get fixed
and then take flight to seek like-hearted
souls also in need of fixing...
these shields are dedicated.
The pretty person said broken is too ugly to be in it's life.
The one-eyed, one-handed person reached out that one
hand to help mom up and pick up all her groceries,
pick up her walker, and make sure she could walk
home. He didn't have much but he had his humanity.
He will never know it, but he will also have his own shield.
Thank you for Spring from Bavaria!
We'll be taking a short break for
our winter windstorm, some rest,
and to watch the world blow
by our window...
with dreams of daisies and
daffodils dancing about!
Love you ALL!
^^^PRESS PIC TO ENLARGE A RARE SCENE.
VINNY-GUINEA ACTUALLY WORE HIMSELF
~OUT!~
BHINDI: "VinnyGuinea wore me out, too: Phew!
G'night, mates around the world, we love you...
DREAM OF DAISIES AND DAFFODILS...
WE WILL BE!"
It's mom's fault. We're having another wind-i-cane
and the wind blew her right into the air. She grabbed
her walker and it blew that right into the air!
Fortunately, a neighbor rushed over.
We might lose power tonight.
St. Francis, forgive us, because whenever we
have wind-i-canes mom watches the local
news from Seattle because if they predict 60 mph
winds there, we get 90 mph winds up north!
So, she watched the news on our computer and
learned the ghoulishly tragic truth we posted
below our
CONFESSION.
"Psssssssst, Bhindi, did you hear what they
said about the frappuccinos being made out
of pretty pink bugs from South America; how they use
their crunchy formerly-lovers-of-life-now-dead-carcasses as food dye to color frappaccinnos for people who Drink Pink?
And we's VegeBearians?! So nows we's sinners,
BIG TIME, BHINDI! IF WE DRINKED-PINK
WE DUNKED-JUNK! WHAT TO DO?
WHADDA-WHADDA-WHADDA TO DO?"
"WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I's A PINK-DRINKER,
VINNY-GUINEA? I LOOK LIKE A PINK-DRINKER
TO YOU? SERIOUSLY."
VINNY-GUINEA: "Still, we betta meet at the St. Francis Cafe
and get absolution, Bhindi, just in case."
Bhindi: "What if the Absolution is PINK?"
"WHEEEEEEEEEEEEK! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!"
P.S. mom not feeling well again so emails may take
awhile to return but we loveS you!
Please do not enclose them in pink envelopes.
Thank you.
t
THIS gonna be good, mom leaving both
cage doors OPEN at one time! We all
loves her but she got !@@$%^% for brains...
WHADDA-WHADDA-WHADDA?
MY CAGE DOOR...
IT'S OPEN?
WHAT EVAH COULD THAT MEAN?
WHADDA-WHADDA-WHADDA,
SO WAS MINE! GONNA GET YOU, VINNY,
YOU LOOK LIKE A GIANT RAT AND YOU
SMELL LIKE ONE, TOO!
HEE-HEE, VinnyGuinea's favorite Runabout Bed
gonna have my very special Bhindi-fragrance in-it
NOW! (hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee, nasty!!!!)
There was a song from movie "Bridget Jones' Diary"
wasn't there? when Rene Zellshenschwegger
sang "All By My-Seeeeeelf, Don't Wanna Be..."
That's how a little piggieschwegger can feel, too.
But didn't mom get cool fleece for Runabout floor?
Now she can't see our poohs to clean it.
(EVERYONE LAUGHING: "AS IF SHE
EVAH
CLEAN IT ANYWAY!!!!")
Hey, be nice, she all by herself, too.
'Cept for us. We at least eat 'em to help her.
WHADDA-WHADDA-WHADDA?
WHO BEEN IN MY FAVE-O-FAVE
RUNABOUT DUCCLE-CUP THAT
I SO UPSET I CAN'T EVEN SAY
CUPPLE-DUCK? WHO PEED AND
POOPED IT? HELP!
AUNT CONNIE PIE? HELP!
MOM AIN'T WATCHING THE CHICKEN
COOP AND BAD THINGS HAPPENING
TO YOUR LIL'VINNY, YOU NEEDZ
TO COME OUT HERE AND SLAP MOM!
KNOW IT WAS BHINDI-BALLS.
YEAH, YOU HEARD ME RIGHT.
I SAID IT. GET USED TO IT:
BHINDI-BALLS*BHINDI-BALLS!
DRAGS 'EM AROUND IS WHY HE
CAN'T CATCH ME IS WHY!
DEM STUPID THINGS, JUST CUZ I
AIN'T GOT 'EM DON'T MEAN NUTTIN'
TO NOOOOO-BODY! I FAST, I STEALTHY,
ONE MINUTE YOU DON'T KNOW I'M THERE,
SUDDENLY I SURFACE WITH THE STEALTH OF A SUBMARINE!
BHINDI CAN'T DO THAT, JUST DRAGGIN'
AROUND HIS...Y'KNOW, FOR HIS BIRTHDAY
SOMEBODY OUGHTTA GET HIM LITTLE
SACKS LIKE ROBIN HOOD PEOPLE WOULD
WEAR, A CODDLE PIECE THING? LIKE
HE GONNA CATCH ME, THE GOON!
Fine, just a little "redecorating" and I'll be
on my way. Oooooh, yeah, that's more like it!
I planned to enjoy "Cavy Afternoon"
But this here more drama than even I,
resident, swaggering Pirate Chief Ahoy
am accustomed to!
O.K. Just needed to go home and regroup.
SQUEEEEEEE! and out the door again!
Oh, Vinny, my cage door closed "by accident"
would you mind opening it for me again while
you're passing by?
no?
{Blog Post dedicated to VinnyGuinea's
Godmother, AuntKookaPie}
May I tell you what happened today?
Twasn't fair, none of it...
Yes, you may cry for me, Argentina.
I am going to bed now.
Sweet dreams.
Today there was an "incident" and it was mom's fault, not mine.
Not even Bhindi's, really. O.K. it was mom and Bhindi's. Not mine.
Mom lets us out now by simply opening the ramp door at the end of our cool, new "habitats" which she covered with a cushioned walkway so we can run in and out of our own cages while playing, exploring, scooting, scurrying, and racing about the apartment, which mom piggy-proofed except for her antique drafting table from the thrift shop made of wood and we chew and chew on it, as it has been chewed on by every cavy who has resided within the bastion of PandasPigSanctuary. But this is the first time mom let me and Bhindi out together with both our cage doors open.
Need I say more? I ran into his cage and tore it up,
PEED & POOPED, TOO, YA GOTTA if you a real boy!
Meanwhile, Bhindi ran into my cage and tore it up.
When I ran back into my cage for some water and a brief
rest and discovered what heinous crimes had been committed
(never mind that I had already done them to him!) I came
out like Dirty Harry LOCKED AND LOADED and he had
also discovered that I had been in his cage tearing HIS THINGS
up, so HE CAME OUT LOCKED AND LOADED so even mom's
"shepherding spatula" that she uses to break us up was no match for "Revenge of the Cage Wheekers!"
Further, I have never done this before, but mom told CD3 on the phone that I went over to all the "common" cuddle cups and toys
on the floor and was STOMPING ON THEM AND THAT SHE
HAS PICTURES TO PROVE IT!
So what if I did? It felt right, I am a muse...following the
"Inner Vinny" and my "Inner Vinny" said STOMP, TEAR,
RIP, SHRED, EAT, PEE AND POO ON...MAKE MY WAY
IN THE WORLD, MAKE SURE THE WORLD KNOWS
I MAY BE SMALL, BUT - AND MAKE NO MISTAKE,
WORLD, VINNY-GUINEA IS HERE TO STAY!
We made a big mess.
Later, Bhindi was choking on something and mom
had to pick him up to see if she could help him and let him run
around again and he got to do a re-pee of all the places I had
already done a three-pee! And YumYum never even got a
Runabout today!
SPRING FEVER AND WE NEEDZ US SOME WIMMIN!
THAT'S MY STORY AND I'M STICKIN' TO IT.
love,
wee Vinny-Guinea
the Innocent
thank you.
