‘Golems Pelt’ by Ben Duncan

Haven’t squeed about art in a while.  Just fell in love with Ben Duncan’s sculpture Golems Pelt at HiFructose. Also <3 Jieun Park’s cityscapes within brushstrokes and Diana Sudyka’s starry animals and people. And man, 3D printing is getting pretty nifty. I love the chandelier that casts tree shadows, and the printed clothes (I guess they’re plastic?)

Dim Sim just came in. As usual he sat on the towel I put down for him on the bed. He’s so good about that. Right now he’s soundly, roundly, velvetishly, enormously asleep.




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WIP – Looking for Aldebaran

I’m back to sculpting, and trying to give more consideration to what the foundry can and can’t easily do (and also to my own time factor). So I’m looking at simpler shapes, rougher surfaces, and larger pieces — still small, but not tiny. Not that I’m planning to give up on detail, but I need to think more about the combination of size, surface and complexity in the casting process. Here’s a minotaur I’ve been making over the last three or four days. His head is very big and his legs are very short! He’s looking up at the sky for the star Aldebaran, the eye of Taurus. His basic shape is done, but there’s still plenty of work to do on his limbs and head.

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Mad Ancestor review at Tor.com

This week Theresa DeLucci gave Mad Ancestor a great review at Tor.com. She mentions something I’ve noticed about my own work:

I read That Book Your Mad Ancestor Wrote as much in one go as I was able and was struck by how many of these stories, written years apart, echoed sentiments, imagery, and even different facets of the same characters.

I definitely have long-reigning obsessions and a resident gang of characters. I sometimes call them the Flying Circus. There’s a glamorous, dangerous man (Gwynn, Maldoror, the Marquis, the male Alsiso); a male giant (Mouse, Molimus, Hart the strongman, the Beast, and Forage the unicorn guy who I still haven’t got a story for); a woman who is magical, artistic, or at home with the strange (Beth, Melusine, the White Ma’at, Madame Lenora, Beauty, the female Alsiso) and a woman who is more of a seeker, aware of the strange but on the outside looking in (Raule, Joan, Odile, perhaps Vali). I think the second woman potentially becomes the first. The giant is the most mysterious one for me. I guess if the first guy has an aggressive quality, the giant is more defensive or protective. The Beast is transitional. In ‘Mother’s Curtains’, Mother and Father also make a transition into wilder and more glamorous states, though Mother doesn’t lose her domestic streak. Even when I’ve written to prompts, it’s the prompts that lead to these characters that attact me, or else the prompt tends to generate a version of one of them.

I wonder what would happen if I put them all in a share house a la The Young Ones?


Europa interview

Recently Gillian Polack interviewed me for Europa, a cornucopious website devoted to European science fiction and fantasy, featuring book and film reviews, interviews, news, events and editorials — check it out!


Badass of the Week: women

I think I’ve pointed out Badass of the Week before, but I want to mention it again — not just for general afficionados of badassery, but to anyone interested in women’s history and lives. The site’s archive features a fair few badass women  — some fictional or legendary, but mostly real, including soldiers and revolutionaries, pirates, pilots, warrior queens, tyrants, doctors, frontierswomen, and ordinary women and girls who fought attackers or otherwise acted with awesome bravery. Lots of inspiring material, told in rip-roaring and salty style.


Kangaroo people

I think I’ve mentioned the house where the kangaroos hang out. I’ve seen small groups of them lolling on the verandah. The other day I went walking up that way and there was a mob of about 30 there — packing the verandah and overflowing down the steps and onto the lawn. There was washing on the line, too, so it looked even more like the roos had moved in. There’s also a lone male hanging around in our neighbour’s yard and sometimes ours — he’s been there a few weeks, lolling under trees like an odalisque. Things here on the town edge are less rural than they used to be — there are more houses — but the blocks are big and the roos seem to be coping fine. A while back Dad saw a wombat in the yard next door, but it was gone by the time I got out of the house. Another time, maybe…