This morning I woke up with an Aura Headache.
A shimmering bent shape in my vision, growing bigger over fifteen minutes to then disappear.
At least I cannot see it any longer. It is not the first time this happens.
I chat GPT-ed it, and if it becomes recurrent I need to see a GP.
History of high blood pressure in the family, you know.
Et puis, je fume...
It is called an Aura Headache.
New week, new perspectives, new outlook.
On your right, you can see the picture of a tree branch with legs.
Asking to be drawn like those French ladies. I am inclined to go to the park with my sketchbook and just draw what I see.
It's a Tuesday afternoon in London Town.
Aura Headache, resulting drawing, ramblings and vague plans for the day.
This is me, Unicorn Lula, roaming the substance and hopping off.
🦄
I ask questions, I read stories and analyses about the female archetypes, I go out and see people, I play music, learn the chords to my favourite Bowie songs and attempt to write over his lyrics, I paint what I experience, I dress up, wear makeup but I have been told I look healthier without, I walk the streets of London Town, or rather, Tottenham Town, I do not shy from walks in the park, I am active and happy and free.
Do you think we live in a simulation? That what we are, what we do, is all scripted by some kind of being?
That is the sort of question I ask myself, and Chat GPT. Fascinating responses.
Be careful what you wish for
It might just come true.
Lula Sailor & The Bad Knees
*might be my future band name*.
So I went and bought canvas and gouache and paintbrushes. Here is the result.
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