Friday March 28th 2014
My sister arrived early this morning and went back to bed. I got up at 9:30 and started drawing faces on my sketch I did yesterday. Marianne commented that one of my drawings looks a bit like Gustav Klimt’s art. I looked him up, and was immensely inspired. It doesn’t matter if anyone appreciates my art or music in my lifetime, but it could affect people positively in the future. Kind of how my mother’s music had affected me. I just need to make as much art and music and writing as I can so there will be something left when I’m gone. I want to leave good works behind. Thoth does, too. Our music will exist forever.
We received an email from a London fan . She said we could stay with her! That makes it a lot easier to visit there. My friend James is in a Philippe Glass opera called “In the Penal Colony” in June. I want to go see him. I’ll be in the UK, and I should take advantage of it. Who knows when we’ll visit there again!
I woke my sister up and we cuddled for a bit before taking a bike ride. I saw a cover story about the Evangelists taking over Balboa Park. It made me angry. Why would they publish an article about something ugly happening in the park when they is something beautiful happening just a few yards away? Why couldn’t they do an article about us? We stopped at Art Lab. It’s being remodeled.
We went to a coffee shop and had breakfast and talked. When I was young, I used to go to a Christian camp called Camp Desoto. I hated it. All of my cousins went there, too, and none of them liked me. I was too out-of-the-box for them. They were cliquey, and my sister was a goody two shoes, not a good combination. One summer, my cousins blamed me for reading my cousin Paige’s journal and spent the entire month ganging up on me. It was the most horrible month of my life. Paige read from her journal about how much she hated me saying, “Well, you’ve read it anyway.” My cousin Olivia cornered me on my trunk telling me how much better my sister was than me. I ran out of the cabin crying. I was 10 years old. No one sympathized with me, not even the older councilors. They all thought I had done it. My sister admitted to me a few months later that in fact she had done it. I’ve forgiven her, but I’ve never been able to forgive my cousins. They never apologized. That’s one major reason I no longer go to family gatherings. Anyway, sis and I talked about that. I was wondering how she felt about it. “I was scared to loose my good girl reputation.” she said.
We biked home and I worked on my drawing. Sis went to Art Lab to help clean up. When she came back, we listened to music and danced around the house. I come out of my shell more when my sister is around. She’s the only person I like hanging out with besides Thoth. She makes a lot more noise around the house than I do.
I got ready for our performance. Sissy sold tickets at the door. Only 10 people showed up! I was upset, as I always am when a lot of people don’t come, but I let it go. The acoustics were so beautiful, we had a great performance. The space was bigger and the stage was lower to the ground. Even though it was only 10 people, they were completely there with us and clapped so generously after every piece. We had fun talking in our language and my sister laughed a lot. We even played a piece we haven’t played in a long time! Forrest was there. He comes to every one of our shows. We had a talk back with the audience afterwards. Everyone stayed. Thoth was very philosophical. He gets that way after prayformance. My sister said, “That was the best show you’ve ever done. You didn’t let the lack of audience affect you. You were on fire!” Forrest brought me a bag of canvases I can use to make paintings! I hugged him about 6 times. He is one of the most generous, loving people I’ve ever known. We are so lucky to have a friend like him.
We went home and Thoth made a bunch of zucchini pasta for us. Sissy liked it! She wanted more! I wanted to draw, but I was too tired so I wrote and went to bed.