Society of Women Contortionists

Someone was sick so I was drafted in at the last minute to make tea at The Mall Galleries this evening.

Diane Lawrenson’s Boulder

I wasn’t really in the mood but thought I can invite the artists to my next event (while giving them tea) and leave early to go to singing.

Olivia Ferrier’s Spider

It was interesting to be on the other side, I wandered about whilst the urn heated up. The Society of Women Artists had an exhibition there.

Kathy Prest’s Charis

I was reminded of nubile female objectification; 3 out of 4 models were slim, young, gorgeous. The other was a male model; he only had a few artists drawing him.

Kathy Prest’s Linette

I felt their immobility

Ferri Farahmandi’s Serene

as well as their grace

Ferri Farahmandi’s Grace

beautifully bound

Moira Purver’s Freedom From The Depths

I also felt freed

Arabella Nock’s The First Step

as I padded about in the air of concentration

Marysia Jaczynska’s Saved From Drowning

But I had to hurry as come 7 o’ clock, tea was due

Cynthia Lewis’ Mask 2

I felt light to be leaving after tea. Thank goodness for joining the choir

pisces, pisces rising

I’m at The Friendly Inn giving my feet a rest after standing for sculpture. Young animators moulded me in maquettes on figure irons as I turned. To see them pinch my breasts and smooth my thighs into shape I averted my gaze embarrassed. It was the older sculptress who got my shoulders right and then I recognised me.
How my feet were strained – sometimes clamping into contorted distortion, I knocked them back into shape periodically.
One young man clearly saw something else in me; he shaped horns on my head and a long curly tail. I smiled knowingly and later he shyly removed the extras.
I’m dining alone conversing with myself as I warm up. Images of horses in motion abound in this restaurant, maybe that’s why I’m eating so fast. The last tiger year has been an upheaval, and the purring cat albeit metal feels welcome.
80s music pipes me into a dream fit to carry me home on two wheels through a very cold night. I use my robe as a scarf to keep warmth in and the smile on my face.