Eaton Hamilton

the problem with being trans is cis people. The problem with being queer is straight people. The problem with being disabled is abled people. The problem with being Black is white people. In other words, prejudice.

Tag: Dancing

It’s almost Valentine’s Day!

painting, Eaton Hamilton 2023, 16×20″ oil

ID: couple dancing in mid spin. One person wears a long dress that has flipped up with the momentum. Done in black and whites.

Hello, good people, how are you this week? Where does the time go? Seems to me the year begins to speed up at about this time. I add tax prep to my guilty procrastination along with garden clean-up round about now, so I’m certain that’s what changes the perception I have about time.

This week I’ve been looking after my strange rescue dog. She is a joy and delight and also a perplexing, sometimes saddening, mystery. In the joy department, she only pilfers used tissues and tears those to pieces, I think because she lived in a bathroom for some time. Oh one time recently she stole my Lypsyl and ate that as well. But the important thing is that my furniture and shoes etc seem to be safe. But this little dog has so much trouble eating. She has the desire, but her fear is stronger and she’ll leave food she wants sitting in her bowl or on her lick pad for hours. She also has genuine trouble going outside after being cornered by a racoon. I’m hoping once the weather is better and I’m outside more she’ll be motivated by that.

Not the best writing week here. For a hot minute I was encouraged by something I’d done and thought I could follow it, but the next day I despised it and jumped as far away as I could.

Meantime here is the link to the Paris Review, where writers with a sub can peruse seemingly endless interviews with writers, along with their stunning regular content.

Please join me at instagram at hamiltonart1000, and at Patreon at Hamilton Art. I’d just love to see you there!

Pride 2019 on Salt Spring Island!

If you were gay, you’d realize that 99.99% of life is compulsory heterosexuality. By this I mean the art is straight, the stores are straight, the conversation in the supermarket is straight, the books on the shelves are straight, and straight people are everywhere you look. Everywhere you look, involved with themselves and not even noticing all the people they leave out. I don’t think straight people have a clue how exhausting their heterosexuality pressing, pressing, pressing against us is.

Next week is Pride week in the pokey little town where I live, and for a few days this year, not everything will be straight. People on the island will see gay people and gay symbols first, almost everywhere they go. We will even, finally, have our first, albeit temporary, pride crosswalk! (HUGE VOTE FOR A PERMANENT ONE. KEEP OUR QUEER CHILDREN SAFE!) Some will be revolted. Some will want to gawk. Some will be loud and proud allies. Loads will ignore the festivities altogether. But there you are. It’s a week of largely volunteer-run activities put on by DAISSI (Diverse and Inclusive Salt Spring Island … more details on FB), and if you live near Salt Spring Island you can join in the fun. We have a queer art show, the launch of a new play, karaoke, a poetry open mic, some religious services, a parade, a party in the park, a dance starring Queer as Funk, a brunch, a hike, a reading by famous author Anne Fleming.

Sept 3-Sept 14, 2019. The parade and dance are Sept 7. Full information on DAISSI’s FB page.

Colour the world/What is art for?

Did you ever wonder where pigments came from?  This is a lovely resource for a peregrination into artists’ colours.

JEHParisdancer3

Jane Eaton Hamilton, Paris, 2014

The world in pigments.

Here is a video by Alain de Botton which I love very much.  What is art for?

What is art for?

Dancing

B:  WordPress does away with my stanza breaks.  Stanza breaks are indicated thusly:  //)

 

I sizzle out, hot along your arm.

I roll the sides of my shoes,

hard heels blistering the floor,

peppery, leaving sparks.//

Swift-boned

blue-eyed

against the static, the insistence of

hipbones, you take me in a rumba of pleasure,

in fire.

-Jane Eaton Hamilton

 

 

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