Because of the overly-fecund nangka, we’ve been getting a lot of visits from our friendly neighbourhood musang. You can just about see him there, crouching over and tugging at a half-rotten fruit.
There was a smaller musang tagging along — perhaps an anak musang. Nice to see that the jackfruit tree is letting our wildlife raise families.
When I approached they ran up the tree. Here is anak musang, staring into the camera flash:
And here’s Pingu, oblivious to my excitement, licking up the last bits of his wet tuna dinner:
Encounters with fauna continue at Lot 1699.
Couple of weeks ago, we found the cats ganging up on a snake in the shed. Damn murderers were lucky it was a harmless tree snake. Nanti bagi lu black cobra baru tau!
I’m not big on snakes (in fact I’ve been dreading finding one in the house), but look! It is very pretty.
It had this amazing subtle metallic gold-green sheen, like eyeshadow. (I’m on a make-up kick at the moment)
Glad we rescued her in time. So long and slim she is.
Just stay out of the house, snake! It’s all I ask.
We have very interesting fauna at Lot1699.
The Musang King is a regular visitor. I think he’s found a permanent food source from the nangka tree in our front yard - which JUST WON’T STOP FRUITING. Everyday I look up at that tree in despair and implore it to STOP BREEDING. The universe cannot deal with so much jackfruit. People would be farting all the time. Not to mention harvesting nangka is a godawful sappy mess.
Yesterday we caught the Musang King on our front porch!
Look at his tail. He is HANDSOME.
Perhaps our missing Prospero ran off with the Musang King to start a new species of super cute musang-cat. I hope so. I hope they have a torrid love affair with alot of adventure and hot interspecies sex. Anyway I miss her so much.
We joke about training the Musang King to eat coffee plants and then produce Kopi Luwak. We could be sitting on a gold mine! For now, I’m just glad he’s around and cleaning up the nangka.
We were visited by a lone firefly yesterday night. We decoded his flickering butt and he told us to tell you Merry Christmas and Happy fucking New Year, you beautiful stupid humans!
It’s true. Watch the video:
I’ve been cleaning out the drawers at Lot 1699. Some parts of the house haven’t seen sunlight for years, and dust bunnies have been breeding there quite happily.
Don’t know what a dust bunny is? Find out by watching My Neighbour Totoro.
There’s more than dust bunnies here! Ready?
We ripped down a wood panel covering the air vents at the front entrance and found a perfectly preserved cicak (gekco) skeleton:
The cicaks here are obviously of supermutant size. Look at the bones. I mean, I could pick my teeth with that fibula!
If you would like this skeleton, please let me know. I will send it you if you can give it a good home. If you’re an artist, please, don’t exhibit it as conceptual art. I will smack you in the head.
But it’s not all monsters and insect remains. Well it is, kind of. But it’s pretty:
This was a piece of paper lining the bottom of a cupboard. I’m keeping it for Hoy Cheong, an artist friend who has something of a termite fetish, heh.
Zedeck said it looks like an archipelago. I want to write a fantasy story based on these islands.
Other paper liners weren’t eaten so artistically. They’re faded, but the patterns are timeless:
One of the things I plan to do when the studio is up and running is rediscover color theory and pattern making. I want to make a series of Patterns (dedicated to Malaysia) and print rolls of paper that people can buy by the meter! I’ve always wanted as many people as possible to own my art. Looking back, this probably means I underpriced alot of my previous works, which seems the wrong way to go about it…
I think… you need to work the intent into the process.
A big part of the art world is about buying, selling and owning stuff. Artists often feel kind of ‘dirty’ dealing with that process, which is why they go through the commercial gallery system and have art dealers sell their work for them. I’m not knocking that system, I think it works on many levels and it’s necessary. But there are other ways to do it too. The great thing is that artists can mess around with the mechanics of how their work gets to the public.
It’s about taking matters into your own hands. Life is so great and sweet and short and bitter, it’s made for trying out new roads if the existing ones aren’t enough.
Nothing to fear.
Zedeck and I are talking about basing these patterns on stories that he’s collecting from his grandma. So instead of oral tradition/history (since the concept of a national language is so fucked up in Malaysia) being transmitted, it’s graphic tradition.
WATCH THIS SPACE. Argh! I want to go to there! Now.
But the now NOW is pretty good too. Meanwhile, back at the shack, I gave the cupboards and drawers new lining. Found this striped PVC at a kedai runcit in PD town.
I love it. It makes me happy! Reminds me of the circus. That’s what we got going on here, serious juggling and sexy animal freaks.
See you soon. Get back to me bout that skeleton.