I started a writing exercise lately, which is basically this: think of a person who inspires me in any way, then write whatever comes to mind. I prepared a few of these for future posts, but today it’s about Indre, who has a weird Lithuanian last name that I can’t spell correctly, so I am not going to try.
My friend Indre from Canada, that I had an email-based band with once called Ace Ventura Overdrive, and also tried to produce a pilot for a TV show with (OctagonTV ended up too weird to really be seen by anyone though), is a very talented artist. She draws, paints, writes, and even has a singing voice that will make you cry. Even when she makes up little songs out of thin air like “Socks really Suck” or “Get out of the strip club”, these little simple ditties run around my brain for many years. Unfortunately for the world, Indre isn’t very known beyond the confines of Toronto, but I am proud to know her and call her my friend. Often times I have had weird Skype convos with her about Martians, seafood, love, language and art. The video below is based on a conversation we had about behind-the-scenes documentaries ending up ridicilous and spoiling the magic of the finished movie:
I feel a special kinship to Indre, because we’re both pretty much loners. It’s rare that someone gets my weird jokes, but most of the time Indre does. I bet all of the readers of this post feels a kinship like this to at least one person in their lives, and in this digital age I think the internet really can bring us together instead of tear us apart, if we connect with the right people.
The photo for this post is based on another strange conversation, this time about body fluids. How human drool might actually be the same as extra-terrestrial semen, and maybe they don’t reproduce like we do through the genitals, but instead through the mouths, and vomit their young into the world. While we were talking about this she drew me circa 2016 drooling into green alien men’s mouths...yeah.