Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!  I now operate on obelisk time, and today is January 31…one year ago I moved into my towering astronomical clock.  To scald out the old and wring in the new, the birds and I took a bath.  Here the birds are in their bathing caps, I in my flaming sword:

bird bath

You will note that crow showed up as a parrot.  I have no explanation for this; crow delights in incongruities.   I trust that parrot-hood is only a temporary condition intended to confound everybody.  Once we’ve grown accustomed to this guise,  it’ll vanish, like the shadow of the circling bird when clouds occlude the light.

When I started this scrapbook I did not know that my measured and even conversations with the birds would become silly, intense, with fashion shows, flaming pillow notes, cupid costumes, and a very bad day for the black swan.    I had no idea, when I started, what I looked like, or that an accurate depiction of my life required a queerly elaborate picture language.   I discover my voice speaking to you.

Here are my ten favorite pages from the 72 I made this year (click to view):

  1. Beauty in ruin…a conversation with the hawk
  2. The FASHIONABLE BIRDS
  3. The stag & the unicorn
  4. Portraits of the odalisque as a young girl
  5. Learning to wait
  6. My swim-suit
  7. A WOMAN THERE WAS starring Theda Bara
  8. My first letter from imprisoned odalisque, Henriette
  9. Publicity photos from my movie
  10. MY MOVIE!!!!!

Which ones did you favor?

Not fare well, but fare forward, dear voyagers,

–The Odalisque

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About The Odalisque

I am the odalisque who lives in an oblelisk. I converse with birds.

2 responses to “Happy New Year!”

  1. bowflex selecttech 552 adjustable dumbbells says :

    Something that’s great is, it will eventually slide underneath a bed or into almost every other storage when folded to preserve the room.

    • Odalisque says :

      Even though this is spam, I am approving it because it is so true. Everything great and holy and terrifying and magical gets put into my scrapbook, which fits under my bed–I have no other storage. When my mind is an iron bell bonged by my heart’s hammer, the obelisk shudders and, as you say, I must paste my thoughts into my scrapbook, fold and stash it, to preserve the structure of the room.

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