~~~Art Salon+Open House with the M I N D of a S N A I L...... Oct 17/18/19 ..........@~"..............@~"

Now emerging from the spiral shell !
Get ready for three days of art, puppet and musical performances at the snail home !

Chloé Ziner and Jessica Gabiel (Mind of a Snail) are relocating from the Sunshine Coast into the city at the end of this month!
(by the way, we are still looking for a place to live/create in Vancouver if you have any leads)

(((drumroll))).....This will be your last chance to visit our artistic abode here on the Sunshine Coast ! (gasp)

We are hosting an array of artsy goodness at our home in Sechelt to send ourselves off in style, and to share/sell some of our vast stores of art with the community!

There will be something for everyone!
This is an Open House/Art Auction/Salon/Show/Performance/Craft Sale/Feast/Jam/Share Session

where? Up Snodgrass on Radcliffe, Sechelt. 5224 Radcliffe Rd. graden level

when? October 17/18/19

Friday>>
2:00 Opening Singalong
6:30 Evening Wine and Treats
9:00 ShadowSHOW "Plasticity Now" (by donation)

Saturday>>
2:30 PuppetSHOW "Stars of the Soil" for the FAMily (by donation)

6:30 Potluck
Afterdark ShadowJAM! (bring instruments)

Sunday>>
ATC (artist Trading card session) 3:00-6:00
Last chance for Art Sales
Auction bidding closes at 6:13pm sharp

The Silent Auction/Art Salon will be open for public viewing from 2:00 till sunset on all three days,
so drop by anytime to take a boo and place your bid!
There will be many paintings, clothing, specialty crafts, zines, puppets, supplies, mystery items, etc....for sale

Contact us for more info, curiosities, sleepover details, preview opportunities...
mindofasnail@gmail.com
604 885 7050

Give away surplus!

Sincerely and Slurkingly,
Jessica & Chloé
www.mindofasnail.org

what falls becomes the ground

,.,.,.,.,.,
.,.,.,.,.,.
.,.,.,.,.,.
mulch
.,.,.,.,.,.
.,.,.,.,.,.

warming mind

swaying girth
spanning time
brief pockets of sun
(the streaming kind)

lantern domes make muffled sounds
(momentarily illuminating mine)

flickering embers in the campfire's bowl
little lapping, licking flames
jamming survival in the newborn coal
this fire is never tame

strange , sad

He looks out the window
and he is amazed
The road stretches further
than it did before
He stumbles barrel chested
forward blind
The small animal knows only go

Fall is not death
absence is sweet
Your heart wants a face like the leaves want your feet
Fall is not death
a brick wall is love
Lie on top of eachother
but it’s not enough

And sure it is a strange, sad place
You see it as you ride the bus
Her eyes are painted on her face
To look
to him
to look
to us

Fall is not death
to live is impure
Things are more beautiful when they’re obscure
To fall is not death
to know is not me
Things are more beautiful when they’re hard to see

The stars are more stars than they usually are

Hey there’s a fire in that well lit tree

He can look forward to driving for hours

They’re asleep in the back seat

The head on disaster
they passed on the road
What once were trains
now metal now death
The cars move slow
slow like blood

The beauty
has her
hold her
breath

.

-veda hille
words from her album 'spine'
art by geoffrey farmer from 'you do not live in this world alone'

The Oyster Child

Once upon a time there was on oyster child. She
never said a word, didn't give a damn, just lived
quietly at the bottom of the ocean, and did what she
could, which in effect meant doing nothing and
keeping very still, to protect herself. This required
constant effort and she developed and ulcer; but she
kept on at it, protecting herself from within herself
and keeping her mouth shut tight. Then one day a
diver found her and cut her open. Inside the oyster
was the most beautiful pearl anyone had seen. Its
near perfection, its extraordinary size, its gentle
lustre was absolutely amazing. Everyone came from
far and near solely to admire it. And was the oyster
pleased? She was probably pleased, but for obvious
reasons she said nothing.


Question: Why did the oyster say nothing?
a. From habit
b. Because by this time she was
already dead
c. Out of sheer modesty.



~~~
by Suniti Namjoshi
from Feminist Fables

pour toi

tout est possible

seulement si
vous vous exprimez
clairement jusqu'au fin

pour toi,
je meurs
et puis
tout devient claire

pendant tes chansons
j'en veut hurler comme le loup
puis souvent arrêter
en silence
en veille
dans la toile d'araignée

l'ordinateur brille comme une lune
aveugle
ici pour éviter
la résurrection et la répétition
du temps perdu
dans la paysage du coeur lourde

j'affine
mes pensées
avec patience,
avec soin
par soir
pour sois

tout est possible quand
la fin est parvenue

encore ici
quand même
aussi proche

drunktune lightening

under here
I never was
there on
your body

herein
standing some
busy act

forgotten
oddly

lesson
nevertheless

qwash blurt (dadaist splurt)

fooly girl does never bite
better beast her measuring gut
derelict raw quitters never lie
Lucky try

yen bury kneed

I’ll port.
im goya differenss
furrn vurn thunderchamp !
loop fort nut mirk

seer free

wren bye shy wax fax sexythinkin
hump oo more
wig byte nuts

Out troutbag utterak !
this, if fun, right thing young
wig big fried run

Could ass zewru poili?
politefright burrrr = butter duncenilll
kmoll vroll

jug cut hug

Fortunately he forgot to hitten frought:
Vroom lollypop

Awesome scope

Quill ruffle Seemingly hemself

Leaning ghostly
Gutteral elf

Buffer drought Ligament frozen
Wilt spilling thing yup
Jugular sweeping hummer fro

Love seamen
Weekly
Morning yodel Swattearm question

Hoghway rising hyah dealings
bionic voluptuous dear street freak

limbo go !
Merciless unending

Careful police
Huge blistering Lick

Hug thrown yonder frightener fight yurt

Hyad Fresh By fry
Wet rug nutter was desk

Lop

Careful in knowing you

ink plod frothy upswing

fright yip wet
rut yeft ghost
welt gill jilt
nut nip mop
lip fry tug

frock cough

Lack locking huge thoroughly yours truly,


.



-image of The Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven, 1915

option junction?

for optimum fun...



just relax

and let your body

guide you

.

.

.

notice
how
the form
informs you
.

.

.


it can be revelatory!

whhhhhhssssssshhhhhh...

it's okay
to die on the beach,
you'll be taken
away by the waves...

it's okay to die on the beach,
you'll be washed away by the waves...

~~~

I wish upon the waves
(casting casting)

we call those crests
white caps,
they look like horses
manes galloping
through the ocean ocean
ocean


(go from below)

~~~

oh,
high tide,
dive in.
high tide,
dive in dive in...

low tide exposes
the barnacles

ouch, my foot is cut

it's okay cause salt
water is the best
thing for a cut
did you know?
salt water is the best thing for a cut


~

(a ton of plankton I
eat everyday)

~

going under water,
I wish I had gills mmm

I'm a beached whale
people are poking sticks
at me,
beached whale rolling over
and rotting.

~~

(you know they haven't
mapped it all)

~~

the light isn't bright
under the ocean,
it's dark dark dark

you wouldn't be able
to see me,
I wouldn't be able
to see you.

phosphorescence
phosphorescence
essence
phosphorescence
incessant
incessant



there's so much sound
pollution, all
the animals go
deaf from your boats...

drilling drilling drilling
drilling incessant
incessant


it's okay

salt water
salt water

it's okay

salt water
salt water
salt water

it's okay to die by the ocean,
the tide will take
you away...

~~~

all these rocks are way
older than you.
wearing away,
worn away
at the edges first