The Thread Of Memories

So…my Facebook feed tonight threw this one up at me. A piece of poetry I wrote.

It was based on going out for a meal in Sydney’s northern suburbs with my sister to a place called Sambal.

There we are outside it. One of my favourite dishes is laksa and this place were doing a vegetarian laksa. I HAD to try it. It was bloody delicious!

Anyway. I found out about this place in the most unusual way. Jim had posted on the SM Facebook page about being a “domestic god” lol, and his like for sambal. I’d never heard of it! Looked it up on Google and it showed me this restaurant in Sydney among the search results. I replied to his post with all this – and this happened…

Obviously some time later I must have been reminded of the poem as several months later, I made this…and used the last line of the poem as part of the piece.

I thought of it all. Remembered it all just from seeing the poem in my “memories” earlier.

All these little insignificant things are all lovely little tokens for me. They’re all lovely little mementos of a special time.

Being home with mum. Feeling an affinity to Jim. Having a fun time with my sis. The art burgeoning and being special.

I guess it is one of my more “sycophancy Nancy” pieces. I had it printed years ago, and it’s still up on my wall now. I think it’s another of Sheila Rock’s. She always seemed to get him with his tits out. Lol

And the poetry? Well, it was all early days of my fandom. Been around barely a year. Had only just started to get snippets of interaction with Jim at that stage. Had only been to TWO Simple Minds gigs and was still another 18 months off meeting him.

I dreamed of him a lot back then.

Sycophancy Nancy Strikes Again!

She’s baaaaack!

It’s been “Sycophancy Nancy”s turn to make “art” today. She finished off what Prip started last night. During the font layout and wording, she looked at some pre-made phrases and saw the option in the second piece (the cake reference). She initially thought better of it, then decided – half in jest – to add it on at the end.

Silly Nancy! You ain’t fooling anyone!

I’m not sure what’s worse for her right now – Jim or the cake…

The Barrowland Star – Priptona Shrine Art

It’s a Prip nostalgia trip of the highest order. With overt Kerr 1982 aesthetic on display. This one is made exactly four years ago today. It came up in my Facebook memories.

There are parts of that appearance on The Tube in 1982 in which Jim just floors me with his beauty. I have made SSSOOOOO much work from that Tube appearance.

Jim Kerr, you are just…jawdropping in your beauty. I will never stop adoring you. Sorry! #notsorry

The Birth Of “Priptona”

Ah, if only it was the “Birth of Venus”. Lol. As if I could hold a candle to Botticelli OR Venus.

That aside…yesterday was an anniversary. Five years ago I bought the photo editing app for my iPad Mini that…well, not to put too fine a point on it…kind of changed my life. Well it felt like it did. Even if just for a short while.

Below, I cringingly share my first “work”. Lol. Of course, Jim is at the centre of it! Lol. Nothing ever changes (lol – except a lot of the time it does…especially if you allow it to or perpetuate the change)!

I will never stop being thankful for the things this app gave to me. The way it allowed me to express myself and what the music of Simple Minds has meant to me. How much I adore the song-writing of Jim Kerr – and well, just…how much I adore Jim Kerr. How therapeutic it was (and still at times is) to work on “art” pieces and feel creative and purposeful, and perhaps kid myself I am…CAN be…talented.

That I can create things full of joy and love and hope.

Because these five years…that is what it has been most of. That’s what I have felt most making this art and being a Simple Minds fan. Full of joy, love and hope.

Sometimes it feels like that is slipping through my fingers and I can’t help but lament at that. But I try to push on and see a way through.

I want to let love win. I need it to!

Happy Anniversary, Priptona: the artist – you are no doubt the better part of me.

The Very Definition!

I wish more than anything I could paint him. I honestly, absolutely get lost in his beauty. To me, esp. when I am working on art and he is at the centre of it all and I am deep into my spell, mouthing the words under my breath in short intervals “he’s beautiful. He’s just so beautiful” – that’s when I wish most that I had a canvas to hand, could pick up my brushes and just…paint him – and do him justice. For lack of that, I try and do the next best thing. The thing I may just be able to fudge. Turn a little hazy, fuzzy little freeze frame of video into – a work of art.

HE is a work of art, to me. Jim Kerr – you are art and beauty personified. And I’m so sick of caring what you think of me. Whether you like me or not. It just doesn’t matter any more. I love you. I adore you. And it is how it will always be…until the end of days.

You are my sun, moon and stars. My beginning, middle and end. You are…he.

Scorpio is ruled by Pluto – the Roman god of the Underworld. So perhaps I feel some affinity to Persephone – the Greek goddess of the Underworld. I certainly understand Persephone’s fixation with Adonis. How could she not be? And, well…look what it says – to quell the feud between Aphrodite and Persephone over him, Zeus divides up Adonis’s time in thirds. One third of the year he spends with Persephone, one third with Aphrodite, and one third with whomever he chooses.

Who does he choose? Aphrodite! Poor Persephone. Well…she at least gets to be with him one third of the year.

I should be so lucky!

Only in my dreams.

Locked in my emotional prison.

Spot the correction below…

These are the things that need written words. These are the things I could not admit to or discuss by speaking them.