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Black Forest Fancies and E.A.S.T. Studio Tour

Angeliska — Fri, 16 Nov 2007 11:21:00 +0000

This weekend in Austin, Pandora and Nina (and company)
will be performing an amazing marionette operetta
for your delectation:
The Black Forest Fancies Present
“The Black Wallows Foundling Hospital:
A Puppet Operetta on the End of Depression.”
Sunday, November 18th- at 8 pm sharp!
at the Carousel Lounge
also featuring:
Oh Pyramid
and Hello Lovers

This show will be kicking off their west coast tour-
further tour dates will be posted so keep an eye out..
This show is not to be missed! Come and see!

Also, my sweetheart and many other friends and lovelies
will be showing their work
this weekend at the East Side Studio Tour..
It’s always really fun and illuminating,
and Colin’s new metalshop is extremely wonderful!

Full updates from wonderland soon!

Femme Fantastique

Angeliska — Fri, 28 Sep 2007 09:58:00 +0000

I have some work in this show at Volitant Gallery:
Femme Fantastique
September 28 – November 10, 2007

Please come to the opening reception!
It’s today!
Friday, September 28, 2007
from 6-9 PM
w/ Special Performance by Amelia Winger-Bearskin at 7:30 PM
320 Congress Avenue (southwest corner of 4th & Congress)

Also:

Femme Fantastique Film Festival: October 2 – November 6, 2007 Every Tuesday Night at 6 PM

October 2nd, 2007: Maya Deren: Experimental Films

 Cleo from 5 to 7 (Cléo de 5 à 7), 1961 

Housecooling Party

Angeliska — Mon, 15 May 2006 20:38:00 +0000

We bought a house! (Not pictured below!)
Therefore, celebrations must ensue-
a garden party to say goodbye to the abode of yestern
and hello to the domicile of the future!
Come frolic with us before we enter
into the exciting and dusty realm of amazing
and endless renovations!
There will be dancing, frivolity and convivial conversation.
Croquet is a distinct possibility.
Absurdist attire desired.
Please bring a beverage or snacky of your favorite flavor.

Ye Olde Witch-Shack – 4002 Avenue B
(this my former dwelling, which now must be
ceremonially cooled- with a gregarious party!)

The Bee’s Knees

Angeliska — Fri, 12 May 2006 06:37:00 +0000

It feels like it has been forever and a day
but you look up from the heap of tasks
and suddenly the trees are wreathed in
thick vines and spring has tangled
her pale green fingers
in the hem of your dress
and beckons you come outside..

The Venus Flytrap made a lovely blossom.

I’ve been planting like mad in my new bee shoes..
So far I’ve got
❦ Vodka Cocktail Begonias
❦ Also some mysterious fancy furry/hairy
ones but I don’t know their names yet..
❦ Love-in-a-Mist
❦ Purple Dragon Basil
❦ Rue
❦ Tricolour Potato Vine
❦ Wormwood
❦ Jasmine
❦ Honeysuckle
The last three all come from cuttings, la!

Violette’s birthday was celebrated in fine style with fancy gateaux..

Bee cake and orchid cake! The bees are marzipan with almond sliver wings!

Sidral Mundet’s divine apple soda for Eastertime
(O egg goddess, pink bodice!)

Hairpins, a moon-moth necklace I made, and favorite Granny Krampus candydish.

For Oren’s birthday, I made him a Saint Hunter S. Thompson portable shrine.
He gifted me at the same time with The Curse of Lono, which makes me
stay up far too late cackling hysterically and trying not to get soup on it.

So, in honor of the fact that possibly as soon as tomorrow,
we may be proud home-owners (no, but for serious-
it’s really happening! Ho-leeeeee chit!)
we bought us some real furniture-
a loveseat and two chairs from the 1800′s
(for 300 dollars no less, bless you craigslist)
Rusty Jacknife has adopted them as his own
personal domain. There oughta be a law..

(against cuteness this extreme)
Now my neighbor is threatening to
set traps and harm my kitty somehow
if he finds one more dead birdie in his yard.
Eh..

Is this the face of a hardened killer?

Oh, and here’s the horrid dream
that I had all because I looked at this:
Portent of Doom!
I am in the back of a taxi cab with a dusky boy
and girl who have recently become parents.
They are taking their infant daughter home from the hospital,
and laughingly ask me if I’d like to hold her.
As the tiny bundle is turned away from breast
and into my arms I see that she is anencephalic
(Because anencephaly is not compatible with life,
medical termination of pregnancy is common.)
She was born with no brain.
Her skull a flat nothing, forehead ending right over
her bulging, rheumy eyes.
Her arms are too long and wiggly,
small paddle-shaped hands fiddling in my hair.
She gurgles and groans, but is an empty shell-
no spark of self-hood, of soul dwells within her.
She is a terrible error, a mistake,
a complete biological failure.
I think it would be better if they had killed her at birth.
Her mother and father, mere children themselves-
(and possibly siblings now that I look at them closely)
find their stunted monster-baby to be
the funniest thing they have ever seen.
I am so horrified that I make my mind transform
this wrong baby into clay that I mold into
a hello kitty geisha doll which I place on
a shelf with other dolls and trees made of eyes.
I wake up gagging, throat full of sand.

Whelpingness

Angeliska — Mon, 16 Jan 2006 10:10:00 +0000

Frolicking in confetti even though it’s not snow..

Hijinks with Mister Wiggins.

The loveliest cakes made by the loveliest ladies.
And my sword, to cut with and also
for slaying the piñata samurai.

Edible flowers and many colorful and flavorful layers.
The icing was salty almond rose. You don’t even know how good it is.
There’s some left if you’d like to come over and have a piece.

We threaten the effigy with sharp blades and fists
and intimidating glances.

And then we kill it real good.

Inside were sparkles and candy like this.
¡VAGABUNDO EXTREMO!

What a lovely frilly princess!

Slightly stale marshmallows are always bettter when roasted
on a telescopic toasting fork (many thanks !)

We danced to many fine records. This one was the fanciest by far.

It’s very nice also when puppies wear hats and wigs, don’t you think?

It really was awfully divine,
my thanks to all who came and made it so, so, so very.
We sipped lavender mojitos and cassis lambic
and the princess brought me a basket of
freshly picked miniature carrots.
They look like carrots for dolls.

I was gifted by my sweetlings with:
❅a most marvelous jewel created by my love, photographs soonly..
❅satin snowflake tuffet
❅Russian Ark
❅1920′s peachy negligee
❅figgy candle
❅pomegranate skin-star
❅a horsebird
❅narwhal shell
❅Laszlo Berki Gypsy Ensemble
❅Musique des Tsiganes de Valachie
❅almond cookies
❅Maxfield Parrish and Alma-Tadema books from Grampapa
❅Andre Gide’s Travels in the Congo, inexplicably
from my aunt and uncle who otherwise never speak to me.

I also gifted myself:
✶A Morning’s Work
✶Gloxinia and Hyacinth
✶a stuffed barn owl named Pazuzu
and
✶I quit smoking.
Oh my lord it is so goddamn painful.
I had no idea.

It’s giving me weird dreams like this:
I fall asleep in the movie theater
and wake during the part in the horror movie where
the little girl wanders into what used to be the old garbage
dump where so many bodies of little children were buried or tossed.
They swarm up to her with melted leathery faces,
hollow eyes, twisted gaping mouths, ragged playclothes
moaning and trying to touch her face and hair
but it only makes her giggle. She has found her friends.

Oh my goodness. It was a good time, yes it was.

Come one, come all..

Angeliska — Mon, 09 Jan 2006 02:45:00 +0000

Ta Da!
You are invited to my Birthday Party!
3:00 pm at Jason F. Austin’s
own personal wonderland!
It’s a Potluck Picnic-
so please bring your favorite
comestibles and libations.

Featuring the excitement of:
Trampoline!
Big Giant Boat!
Mudwrestling Pit!
Flaming Fiery Fire!
Marshmallows!
Tea Time!
Dance Party!
Snogging!
Musical Chairs!
Devilled Eggs!
Effigy Smash!

Please dress as a:
Frilly Princess
Icicle
Dirty ol’ Pirate
Narwhal
Creature from the Center of the Earth
(these have giant drills attached to
their foreheads..)
Monster
Dead Person
Muppet
Elf
Any Animal or
Seacreature
or
Nekkid
(if you are going to mudwrestle only!)
Or a combination
of any of the above.

Directions from Guadalupe:
Head N. on Guadalupe
Go way, way, way up
past 45th, 55th, etc.
You will come to a street
called St. Johns.
Turn right on St. Johns
Then take a left on Northcrest.
Cross 183 (under)
At the first stopsign
take a right.
There is no streetsign to tell you,
but this is Wonsley.
Wonsley is the secret brother
of Wednesday and Pugsley.
Bet you never knew that.
The house is 502 Wonsley
It is after-dinner mint green coloured.
Go into the backyard.

Directions from I-35:
Head N. on I-35
Exit St. Johns
Go through light
183 to Gessner (1st right)
Head right onto Wonsley.
Wonsley is the secret brother
of Wednesday and Pugsley.
You might know that by now.
The house is 502 Wonsley
It is after-dinner mint green coloured.
Go into the backyard
and give me a kiss!

love,
Angel

La Nouvelle Année

Angeliska — Sun, 08 Jan 2006 07:08:00 +0000

This time, we started it out right.
I stopped believing in New Year’s
extravaganza parties some time ago.
It’s never like you hope it will be-
the champagne bombs
(sham pain for my real friends,
real pain for my sham friends!)
The limousines, little black dresses,
shooting stars, demimondaine et al.
Sure.
It’s usually the most depressing sort
of anti-climax; a race to get schnookered
and kiss some attractive stranger
after countdown? I don’t think so.
I’ve tried to make it happen
all over the world- in New York
being chatted up by coked-up
Russians in a freezing warehouse,
lame parties, disasters- hell, even
spending it in an opium haze
in grass hut in Thailand
didn’t quite feel right.
So, a few years ago we
figured out that bypassing
civilization for that particular
holiday and heading for the hills
would be infinitely more fulfilling..
And you know what? It always is.
So we went to the piney woods,
and nestled in among the whispering
yaupon holly and cherry laurels..

She sings in the brave new year with flaming fires
from her fingertips, lovely

My love built us a teepee to sleep in.

It was built quickly and well from a parachute
and bamboo timbers. It was enormous!

This is Thumbelina Pygwidgeon.
She is a dwarf pony.
She is a beautiful mutant.
I love her.

He is the Egg-man.
On the first day of 2006, we visited an abandoned
ghetto putt-putt course (seems to be a theme of late)
and ate black-eyed peas (luck and copper)
and cabbage (green = spot cash money)

A fatso Anton LeVay.

Some friendly ghosts?

Too late, Cinderelly.

Creepy.

Creepier.

RAWR!

A rare unistegosaur. Made of cement.

A genet!

I love the twisty bare oaks in winter.
Winter here means it’s 85 degrees in January.
A mosquito just bit me. Ah, Texas.

The other day I overheard this
conversation from a family
walking past my house:
Little Girl: “Mommy, can you believe somebody actually lives in there?”
Mom: “Yes dear, actually I can..”
Little Girl: “But..but…It’s so little! And weird!”

send me your flowers of your december

Angeliska — Tue, 03 Jan 2006 03:32:00 +0000

Now that the carnage and carnival
of holyholyholy days are past,
I can stop for a moment, catch pepperminted breath,
hide the trimmings, the sparkling gussies in the attic
and pretend it’s just a very grey spring.

One day it froze. There were icicles on everything.
A strange tinkling, a broken glass sound woke us.

This is the first year I’ve had my own wee tree.
The ornaments were my mother’s, so delicate-
some of their thin convexes blown out
over the years..

There was only one thing I wished for, and my wish was granted
by my dearsweet Grampa Claus! I couldn’t believe it..
It is an ocean harp, and it is my instrument.
It sounds like a cross between a whale and a theremin.

We saw some sparkly lights.

This is my friend Dougie. He is amazing.

This is a putt-putt pirate.

I very much wanted to eat this. Alas, I did not.

I did, however, eat this- a most marvelous boeuf en croute.
It was bloody delicious!

This Venetian chandelier hypnotizes me. O Glass fruits!

Eland’s Haus.

I think this was indeed the most idyllic, story-book
hexmas I’ve ever known, thanks to my love and his
fantastic family. Positively dreamy.
More to come, soonly..
and…

Gruß vom Krampus!