mtlqueen

Some people use words to communicate
others sing
make music
paint
create life as we need it to be
I make jewellery
I wish I could make people feel like languid rainy day sex when they wear my work

I am obviously on a musical journey...finding myself through old cd's and sketch books. Today we visit with the ecclectic Amon Tobin...

I owe this one to Alex the adorable and nutty Quebecois who walked by my work and came in to tell me that he had fallen deeply in love me, and what was my name? He stayed on my couch for a couple of weeks and then in a flash he was gone out west with my favorite green zippered hoodie. Strange how people just sort of show up and gut themselves all over your life, and then leave you to clean up the mess...Messy....that's definitely Alex. He made me the most delicious crepes but destroyed my entire kitchen. It's just flour! How could you be so out of control in an apron?! Strange. I still think of Alex, wonder where he is, what kind of music he's making now.

I have a tendency to be rather ice queen in my daily life, as far as overt sexuality goes. Alex was one of the first people I met who called me on it and challenged me to let it hang out more. His french sensibility oooozed sex, and the more I hung out with him the more I melted. We were just friends, not one kiss (well, there were plenty of drunken cheek squishing kisses, but that's it)...but somehow when he was gone I really felt like I'd had some new sexual experience...kind of like lessons in smelling the world through pussy juice soaked underwear.

Thanks Alex