grandy-ma shoes are pretty great.
things and not things.
hello and hi. i am sarah goodreau. i live in new york in a small room 5 stories up from the street.
i do drawings, paintings, little books. anything. everything.
i design toys to make rent.
i dream of novels.
everything is beautiful/ugly.
some but not all paintings at atomicgoodreau.com.
some but not all stories at http://ecrituresetmiroirs.blogspot.com/.
grandy-ma shoes are pretty great.
the world might end. a world might end. your world might end. our. world. ends. protons neutralize. you. sit there drinking 500 ml of coffee out of that measuring cup. i look up from the 7th page of the paper while all ions vaporize. “we did the best we could”. and then. milionsofatomsjoindtogetherandwearetogetherandyouarestillstogetherandtheniamtogetherwithyouaswell.
but then there is the matter of blood.
it. still. runs. through. the. veins. where it belongs.
into the heart. through the atrium. the ventricle. through tricuspid valves. right to where it belongs. and then it leaves. again….
also i believe you. and also i am too.
having a sense of satisfaction.
Henry Darger is my new hero.
pretty much i want to go back in time and be his best friend.
this is the photograph of a girl that inspired ‘in the realms of the unreal’.
painted this last night to prove to myself i can still do a full painting in 4 hours.
hinge mouth horse loves joy division.
“well. its a long way down. and. that’s a huge commitment”. to which you said. “that is a very good sentence”. to which i probably outwardly replied. “fuck you”. but inwardly thought. “well. it’s. true”.
if i were to write a novel. when i write a novel. the title of this. n.o.v.e.l. would be/will be/is… just that.
lap dog.
mind. thoughts. think.
so. i need to start painting again. because it will make me feel better. much much better. and i need to feel better. much much better. plus i had originally made this thing to post my painting and drawing stuff on but. yeah…. oh.
so i need to draw more things. with hinges for mouths. and thousands of teeth. and pupil-less eyes all to the theme of ‘love, love will tear us apart again’.
also, once upon a time i wrote a story about a man who woke up one day vomiting up his thoughts and memories in a long line of never ending tape. the memories written out in perfect type on the tape. he lost his job his friends his life because the tape would not stop spewing out of his throat. and finally the tape just started saying the same thing over and over and over and over. but what was it….
i want to get back to that.
horrifical week. last week.
better this week? i hope so.
but i did get to hang out with this thing and it was cool.
a good nights sleep.
slept in bed with a pit-bull and a chihuahua last night.
opposites do attract.
so this happened and it was wonderful.