Thank You Zoe Whittal

I bought a friend of mine an anthology of Queer Girl writings called "Baby, remember my name." We stopped talking, and the book ended up in my house. I read a short essay which I have turned around (and reread) probably about once a month.

"Homo Marriage Redux" is a short piece by Zoe Whittal. Not very clear what it's on, but it's a stream of consciousness with her heroine as the tour guide. She talks about the muse. The inspiration. The editor. Almost like an internal dialog between her, her adventurous self reflected as the girl that's "three hopscotch steps ahead."

In any case there's a line in the piece in which she says that "reporters have you down on Rolodex as Lesbian comma Artist" always asking her what she thinks should be done about gay marriage. She later states in passing, that among other things to do about it, Religion and Politics should go sit in the coatroom and think about the mistakes they've made (the piece climaxes around a marriage-like setting).

This became so visual for the first time within my head; a short film played behind my eyelids, reminiscent of Steven Klein and Vinoodh & Inez's work during the 90's for the Balenciaga ad campaigns with the graphic writings. The headless bodies of Religion and Politics sitting sullen and embarrassed, bold text over their heads in fluoro colored arguments and apologies.]

I tried to materialize it (even though I should have been studying!). Give the idea some form. This came out of it.

Hardly flawless. But I remembered a time where things i would do, once ago, were so distant from what i wanted to see in a photograph I made or had thought up. Perhaps my ideas are becoming more and more concrete. Here's to hoping.