MEXICAN EL COATIūü¶Ě ON A CHAIR

MEXICAN EL COATIūü¶Ě ON A CHAIR

Mexican coati, a type of cute raccoon sans mask as it does not have one, native to Mexico sitting on a chair with a refreshing local beer in Mexico, Sol. The artist maybe having some fun here with word play if indeed a raccoon ūü¶Ě type animal first place, might be a small bear! Name sounds similar to coyote from Mexico both the name of a canine and the people who assist smuggling others through the border ¬†they must be masters of subterfuge and disguise ¬†

If a Mexican raccoon I am certain not derogatory as to word coon as indigenous people often carve these and other animals as do non indigenous Mexicans.

Indigenous people in Mexico sided with imported African slaves early days. Indigenous were good at flatly refusing to work for the Spanish then from some accounts and they are often smaller than African people so possibly less useful to the all consuming slave owners, really generalising, Holy Kitsch! is small though plump and trying to lose weight, her metabolism has gone into reverse, an old friend always claimed he had reverse anorexia.  

Now most districts are quite diverse from a visitors perspective, HK is just passing through. Maybe the artist is also having fun at USA real raccoons that have masks yet Mexicans are seen as los banditos by certain US citizens el coati does not.

The Spanish used to wear masks as did Venetians I’ve seen that in paintings hmm then there’s the pirates, West Coast of Mexico was infamous on that one. Zorro is a famed pulp fiction character, masked fighting for the rights of the under dog in several movies. He signed his name Z with a sword. 

Mel Ramos painted the above. A Dark Shadow Lurks from memory is the title, HK always saw this pic as Zorro but now realises it is Batman with whom HK is less familiar everyone has faves as to pulp fiction.

Ramos' line work reminds HK of how she approaches her work, a work with gravity and some light humour. The cute el coati is quite different again and the Mel Ramos used as a way to talk by Holy Kitsch! as art here is way too restrictive and mostly copies Holy Kitsch! whenever she publishes therefore she largely ceased as to certain studio works as the institutions here prefer not to have genuine artists only the ones who remember their lines.

Sol aside from meaning "sun" and in sound meaning "soul" is the prefix of my niece's ahem, Chenoa Electra Erina’s, father's name. The name in there means white dove of peace, she is blonde like her British Dutch Dad, me till about 8 and Mum when she was a baby. Sol has an odd connection to Chenoa's father's father who was the owner I think of Smith's Alarm Clocks unrelated to the Dali clocks at Holy Kitsch! it must be so the name is too similar in meaning.

Chrissy had dark wiry crinkly crimpy hair that some hairdressers topiaried and so dark eyes from Venus she reminded me of an Egyptian painting in a crypt. The suffix of Richard's name matching the suffix of my mother's maiden name Heighway, hence Heighway's Dragon a fractal named by the discoverer after himself.

Chenoa was born way prematurely on Noni's 21st birthday another weird coincidence as is my ex business partner’ grandfather’s birthday same date as Noni diff year Gemini. We all fretted strongly for the next few weeks, she pulled through.

There was strong debate on whether Chrissy was upstaging my 21st birthday. I was having a small party, I remember that clearly. Dad stated very ruthfully "we gave the good one away" pacing away at home as he was convinced like the rest of us Chenoa was way too tiny and would not pull through, it was not derogatory at that moment.

He was wary of poor Richard being British as he was Greek Cypriot and the Turks with the Greeks stayed united in their hatred of Colonials, strangely Dad had colonial manners combined with Middle Eastern hospitality that offers guests abundance as Holy Kitsch! continues to do so his father was the Police Chief Cyprus one time and Dad an inventor, engineer and scientist way different to the "fish and chips" Greek promoted by most media at that time though ones that did do fish and chips did a decent job of it instead of finding your fish tastes like dry battered toothbrush heads or chopped calico a common place event for many here putting them off fish altogether. Mexicans inherited manners from Spain which at one time was mogul as generosity is considered a good trait in Mexico polite speech arose in the Middle East hmm Mexicans can tend toward casual situational.  

To make matters worse he used to tell the story of how his battalion looted a palace in the Middle East during WW2 as you do. Better than torturing people. He said the Brits did not enter and stayed outside looting their loot so they ended up with less. Thats what he told, maybe it was a story about taking care of your back though we owned the amethyst coloured thick cut glass tea glasses with silver bases from the palace. The giant around 12 inch thick dictionary we had at home was a Websters, American, rather than an Oxford English Dictionary which was kept near the crystal prism, the old black stone tool and a statue of Laxmi, goddess of wealth in ivory which concerned me so much as to being ivory I threw out years later hmm. They were popular then.

He was unusual as a father those days in that he spent a lot of time with his entire family, he gave us prezzies like an electric train set one year we loved it and theatrical puppets manipulated by strings another. Also chocolate coloured dollies another year Mum made the dresses and possibly chose them, do not know.

Chrissy who was younger than me RIP and Mum said should have been a model causing me to feel plain, had very recently had an earlier bubba causing huge disputes. I will not go into the enormous rifts though Dad was for keeping, Mum was against, I was for keeping and Chrissy listened to Mum, family rents are not for pussies. Julie RIP my older sister and Christine despised each other, they loathed the very ground they walked upon so Julie's vote did not count. She was the one who blurted out the first pregnancy at the dinner table she was treacherous, how did Mum and Dad RIP not notice? Chrissy was near 6 months and wearing loose dresses locking the door in the bathroom in case Mum might decide to walk in it was funny yet we were totally scared of the consequences.

Mum was the matriarch and had the last word she said she would leave Dad if he bought a boat, cannot imagine why she disliked boats. Talk about stubborn. She was brought up with Victorian values so unable to cope with this situation too concerned for nosy neighbours she never liked in the first place and called one creeping Jesus. Perhaps she felt too mature to now care for the baby as Chrissy was plainly still a kid and so may have left the care taking to Granny. Societal pressure on Mum and all of us was enormous and remains abusive to many here a hangover from the days of convicts and their masters, the Colonial hangover. We were outlaws.

Gordon's family went totally ballistic and blamed Chrissy. Their son who was near 16 like her, he sat on the fence until his family shipped him and the rest of their family back to Canada away from dreadful people such as us. They were very good Christians as to his parents goes to show religion is not a sure fire way to say you are human or even a cat. His Dad managed Alcan if he accidentally reads this, highly unlikely.

Gordon so dreamy the poor guy was almost charged by the police, he was so absent minded, his moccasin caught in the hugely lengthy travelator at Domain Parking Station it was chewed up as those things do so and stopped.

Chenoa was well loved and could not have guessed that prior history nor possibly her Dad who sort of resembled Gordon who had long curly blonde hair. Christine excelled at choosing cool fathers both times for her babies, don't know how she pulled that off. Richard later became a computer scientist and lecturer at uni. Gordon and Chrissy looked so ebullient playing in the pool with the pool inflatables bonking each other over the head with them, in the old films, they were outlaws in love

She could not deal with Sue out at Cooma, sorry Sue, sorry Richard, I know she would have found them heavy work, that dated dismissiveness based on nothing much at all here, especially dreadful people as to certain colonialist ideals. They were hard work for her I am certain so not a great start for both Richard and Chrissy, men are blind to women who dislike each other, they must be!

The 3 sisters discovered certain kinds of people here hell as already mentioned much to Julie's detriment she could not know she was just not fitting nicely enough and was considered a heathen and a witch from elsewhere.

Her extreme temper and belligerence Mum blamed on a forceps birth she was born blue with an oblong head and took her time. This country prides itself on politeness yet finds it hard not to be rude. Anyhow destructive to our souls.  Perhaps Sue was OK though sharing was doomed and a disastrous choice even if Birgitta liked Sue and Michael, Birgitta had a lot of time for Chrissy and Chenoa. I could not stand Michael nor trust him and disliked his influence on others and attitudes, Sue used to mince around the house as if particularly startling when visiting always needing to ace us and everyone else.

3 witching sisters living in the one house results in extreme competition can tell you including boyfriends. We all had to decide unspoken that we each had a very different career path long term so we did not tread on each other. My having a boyfriend long term first was the cause of some of the early arguments though even as little kids gee were we competitive. I do not know why, lots of Freud in there.

Julie was the antique dealer after dropping out of Art School, I firstly studied Design as Julie had chosen Art so beat me on that, I returned later. Christine chose motherhood and craft works from home including spinning wool and making me a box out of matchsticks and she liked gardening saying you can grow radishes on concrete.

Noni's life is brimming with coincidences, even when people see that they go on the attack, not her fault it's their insecurities as were a certain minority about Holy Kitsch! who even blamed HK for the flood in Crown St, Surry Hills, literally abused us. The street gutters probably needed clearing and the rain was climate change heavy.

Chenoa's father, ahem Richard, came into mine and my sister's life like Zorro, heroic and swashbuckling, at that time anyhow. Holy Kitsch! is unfortunately a romantic, Noni's ex-boyfriend Laurie brought this darn guy to our place as friends and lovers do so. 

Laurie was the DJ in the house and was totally good at sourcing indie music and underground, Chrissy shared his love of music they would talk about the latest releases everybody wanted to know what bands he had found he loved books as well so conversations were lively he was extra smart in a non conformist manner, he was the one with some aboriginal heritage, Darky Gardiner in the days of bush rangers.

We were enjoying an extended holiday whilst living at home as Mum and Dad were travelling meaning it was now an open house in which to party we had a loud high quality hi fi downstairs that could bring the house down plus a decent swimming pool that friends would dangerously jump into from the top floor. It was a wealthy conservative neighbourhood full of backward gossips.

Christine became preggers. Noni made her sister's preggers dress because she could. Chrissy could have bought a loose dress, it was maxi and gathered. The dress  was a soft green vyella with a sailor's collar with sewn on stripes of vyella (it's a cotton & wool mix) and she wore it as it looked fashionable or pretended she liked it.

Chrissy and Richard went to Cooma in NSW not long before the birth it was freezing and snowing. Chrissy the Card Counter, who had a very good visual memory and sensory intellect way above average, the 3 sisters did which causes enormous issues as to Local inclined it’s impossible to test and different to winning an art competition in Oz. Different criteria, if you are not much good on either your collection of #anythingatall will lose value and you may get less joy from it. People here can use that dismissiveness way common to dated manners.

You learn to not say much or enforced to be be totally literal in Visual Art if an artist here and Present as people go bananas on contact. Maybe the English colonial prisoner and guards legacy is more wordy, more institutional, less visual, less sensory not knowing how to approach the globe and others. "Humility is present" is an important condition with many though I do think we all had that and I still have a lot of attachment to my country.

If you think of Shakespeare compared to visual artists fame from UK maybe the people from there are writers. The Turner Prize is one of few art competitions that works well. Future migrants in Oz often came from nations that as well were accustomed to paperwork rather than escaping in sheer terror from mad men and mad women as occurred in the USA so neatly fitted the existing frameworks here.

UK creates circumstances for writers by its systems less so for Visual same here which is frustrating try to explain an art work of any kind to somebody who is totally literal and without passion, clueless. Those people usually go for didactic works with poor connectivity.

Richard did display a peculiar habit no accounting for, wood chopping. He chopped wood constantly, if he had been out and returned and Chrissy asked where he had been he would collapse on a chair puffing saying I was chopping wood. He wood chop wood into all sorts of sizes all the way down to matchsticks, mountains of it, with a good axe. His supply outstripped the home fires demand especially once he took up the chainsaw.

Christine was strangely quite shy so she had ways to mask that with others, she was heaps insecure we were untamed and raised by wolves. I was shy too, took ages to overcome that one, Holy Kitsch!ers would be surprised I still am though love company, so it goes.

When I started casual work in my first design job it was in the retail store helping with customers and Birgitta had to rescue me from the communal change room as I was stuck in the corner, she thought it a riot as I looked terrified yet I had seen my entire family naked no big deal as to trying on clothes, I am 5 feet tall and Locals are taller. I had no issues with nudity it was the power of a group of people versus Noni. We had a picture of the Shroud of Turin in there as an anti theft device. Shyness is nice say The Smiths.

Da Vinci talks about things by always leaving a critical element out for you to discover, something you need to know about his inventions and explorations due to his trade. He is cagey, I think Italians can be like that must be cultural. I wonder how much to leave in what to leave out in my art practice and beyond as I aim to make el museo happen and gain entry to a Doctorate, just one of them might do and my studio art work is better off in another nation should have known eons ago, sorry Holy Kitsch!ers its a bad fit here all my art work does is inflame Ozzies who then prevent me from making money at it as they are entirely dull its been happening for way too long and awful behaviour amongst the unfortunately privileged who are hillbillies and not Holy Kitsch!ers all they give Holy Kitsch! is a dead hand, common practice amongst professionals in Oz can’t figure that one, different schools to mine obviously, backward and soul life destroying nobody needs that one in one short brilliant life. HK does not wish to be pinned down to writing, that was accidental on Noni's part.

She still wore something under the vyella everything prickled us 3 sisters, Mum too. Her thing was metal right down to the concealed hooks on bras she found unbearable so used band aids. Chrissy preferred being almost naked in vintage thirties dyed slips that kept falling from her that early days Julie sold at the markets dying them in a copper stirring with a wooden spoon casting Mum's spells and she looked dazzling in her naturally ringleted black Afro, velvet 1920s dresses and feather boas were big at that time with old furs many said she resembled Elizabeth Taylor we stood out, we also argued on whether we could borrow a twenties dress for the night, they were highly collectible and each unique. In summer when the parents were away and it was really hot we just went naked with our friends swimming. One friend would visit just undress and say that was it for him for summer.

HK grew used to prickly clothes as many of us do. None of us drank or barely then except coffee and fizz pop we were for a good life. The 3 Sisters took sides constantly. Maybe she hated the dress so took revenge by giving birth early.

Richard gave up hope after the break up and returned to UK, laws were even worse "them days" as to fathers parenting kids. I lost touch the complex situations all too difficult, miss those days in Adaminaby the ducks sliding on the frozen pond when I dropped by, Richard chopping wood next to the shed.

When Chenoa could speak and understand well I would say to her if you need to find your father I will trace him. I was unsure if that was right against Chrissy yet it felt unfair she did not know him or see him and by then Chrissy was way feral, too wild and violence against the wild was endemic this country prefers conformity and an easy fit into an easy compartment.  

Holy Kitsch! is a detective par excellence, I did find him, in the UK countryside in a village, weirdly through the British white pages and I think someone on the phone exchange pre mobiles. I can trace all kinds of lost items on this planet it is useful I guess for research.

Chenoa gradually grew up in fear of Noni poisoning her or worse. She survived the maggot infested ham debacle at Xmas and the bush walks where Noni insisted on her plaited shoes with small heels so Chenoa had to walk at a slower pace behind her. Chenoa was forced to watch traffic if they ran out of things to do and make hooting noises at each other depending on type of car and who saw first, eg meep meep that was for small cars it was a bit lame Chenoa thought. Chenoa was enforced to eat other foodie experiments of Noni and even wear some of the bought or made clothing experiments. Then she had to listen to terrifying bed time stories.

She knew the evil witch "free radicals" were an issue for her and there-ly looked to be no escape. None of us could figure why Chenoa appeared entirely normal at first, there was grave concern. Since then Chenoa has wondered whether driving a stake through Noni's heart and waving garlic around her simultaneously might work, she decided against the stake, too many questions.

Really finely painted El Coati sits lightly on our planet and a light self humour. Unique cultural ware el coati is divining. Holy Kitsch! uses cruelty free cosmetics, reads labels uses palm oil free does not wear furs except ugh boots and chooses cruelty free goose feather down available locally as well from EU. Another choice is kapok though some are allergic, it grows on trees and people use it in India for padding and filler.

In my own nation I am banned from a decent public showing of my art works so I need a museum that will allow myself and others who are fabulous. In any profession it is what you do firstly, that is the big leveller though not in Australia here you must fit a box, a system that has entrenched nepotism, cronyism and corrupt practices, is narrow as to showing other nations and has awful ideals way worse than anything I have read USA. It would have been great to make it as an artist when I was younger but this nation has little space for intellectuals that goes beyond art speak you learn how to do art speak you do not have to use it unless necessary the other extreme is so average you will go to sleep corrrrr pheeewww, zzzzzzzzz.

PS: My eyes are turning into pixels. My ex business partner had to be close up to 2 large computer screens all day doing graphics looking at darn pixels one eye developed tyregium, fantastic graphic design is not for pussies, a neighbour returns home from work with red looking eyes she does not ever want to have a computer near her once home, constant computers are driving us nuts, so remember take heaps of breaks. If your kid is an addict don't worry he will soon lose the taste once enforced to be stuck in front of one all day, something numerous have yet to notice.


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