I've had better Saturdays. Nothing too earth-shattering, really. Some days you're just forced to face the fact that your society, for the most part, doesn't choose to accommodate or acknowledge people who are built like you. Today, for some reason, that realization felt like more of a knife-twist than usual.
Well, screw it. I've got better ways to occupy my time. The lovely and talented Tara has kindly invited me to Krab Jab Studio in Georgetown for the opener of a show she's curated, centered around the subject of fairies and fae, and considering my status as a laundry faerie there's no way I can decline such an offer.
So off to Georgetown I go, braving the oncoming snow because I am a Tough Swede and I can handle it.
Some personal favorites from the show:
I was mentioning to Tara tonight that the images I'm most drawn to are not always the most visually striking, but the ones which suggest a story -- the ones that make you ask, "What happens next?"
After a few hours of circulating, talking to guests and yakking the ear off gallery owner Julie Baroh, I decided I'd done enough damage and headed for home. This normally 20-minute drive took the better part of an hour to accomplish thanks to quite a bit of snow on the roads, but it was fine -- I took my time, gave myself enough room to brake in case of trouble ahead, and generally handled icy road conditions just fine. Because, as mentioned earlier, Tough Swede.
It occurred to me tonight, especially after the little knife-twisting I experienced earlier in the day, that images of the fae come in all sizes and shapes, from beautiful to grotesque -- and every one manages to retain a certain appeal. If it's true of them, it ought to be just as true of human beings -- even the ones who don't fit the standard societal template of attractiveness.
So. There. THPHBPBT.