Reblogging this for oiadoette's transcription. Thank you for that, it's so considerate of you!
Selective Memory #4 - Ghost
Her face looks different in every scene and there’s some seriously dodgy hair colouring going on, but I’m happy with it. Particularly pleased with the first page. There’s more I wanted to say on the theme (themes) but I’ll come back to that another time.
I’m finding myself coming to.
The day just disappears in these growing spaces in between the things I feel I should be doing.
I’m just some ghost floating around the apartment, following the memory of a functioning human being, until my body meets me again.
Or some reality interrupts….
"What’s up, you at home?"
"I’m having a wee get together at the house on saturday, nothing major, few folk, few drinks…this is me inviting you."
"Yeah? not sure what my plans are…"
….I have no plans
"Course, well if you’ve nothing else on"
"Yeah, I don’t know where I’m at this weekend"
"Well sure, let me know"
Hair…I need to cut my hair. I feel…unclean. No, not unclean, but, like contagious or something. Like when you sleep on someone elses bed and feel like you left some part of yourself there, something they’ll feel and recognize as a shameful secret.
"I watched that link you sent me….
I think if I see someone at the minute it’ll be like they can see past me to some truth I’m hiding. Like just talking to someone will require some form of deception that they won’t fall for. They’ll know I’m not really here. It’s…..
…So I’ll talk to you at the weekend then!”
"Oh yeah, sure."
It’s not a peaceful floating on water either. More a scattering of thoughts that appear and disappear, like how I imagine it might be living inside an atom or inside a beam of light. And it feels like I’m meant to find ways to bind these pieces of me together.
Maybe that’s the deception; Pretending I’m not the scattering of thought, Trying to fit all these fragments of being into one body.
Sometimes it’s like the gaze of others is forcing all these pieces, all these potential me’s, into the one shape they think they see.
And sometimes it’s too tiring being that pretend person.
Hair…I need to cut my hair…..
(transcribed invert-this-space:’s work bc it may be difficult to see for some)
I mentioned on FB I was going to do a few posts on the Island graphic novel. I always like seeing sketches and concept art.
I’d made a few early books, but my favourite is a tiny wee one, printed on 2 A4 pages.
I’d done a few other early rough versions as well as a black and white cover. Mostly cause I like making books.
I’m doing a zine fair later in the year, so I might make a few one off copies with some different bindings. But then there are a lot of things I’d like to do…
A few new paintings and drawings in Jam Art Factory in Temple Bar, Dublin. They’re all framed and for sale from around €80 upwards.