Transmission #30: Haloed Hattery & Poppets
YES HELLO, Reader!!!Happy Scorpio Full Moon Beltane, beautiful soul! I hope you dance naked around a bonfire today in celebration ov Spring's peak fertility, to my Northern hemisphere friends, that is. Or maybe you already did so yesterday during Walpurgisnacht? To my South African, South American, Kiwi & Aussie homies: I am sending you my warmth as you cross the seasonal threshold into the colder half ov the y-era. I hope you dance naked around a bonfire today too, honestly. Seems just as appropriate for your seasonal circumstance as ours. Let's wander into the warm wombs ov creation, shall we? Here are some colorful relics I spawned this week. Yes, another mixed-media analog-collage postcard series! Yes, they are available for purchase! One-ov-a-kind artifacts that you can have in your home. Massive gratitude to everyone who has contributed to the success ov these cards. You light my fires and spark my joy. You make my DREAMS come true. I LOVE you. Thank You. This series is called "Haloed Hattery." Oh yeah, and I am sending ALL my postcards in envelopes these days because the USPS keeps printing their postal information on the ARTE, and that's not very cool. Also, that means there is more space on the back to write my LOVE letters to you! Cool! Behold: ππΉβπ±βπΉπ POSTCARD ABOVE IS ALREADY SOLD βCLICK HERE TO BUY POSTCARD ABOVE. ONE-OV-A-KIND!β βCLICK HERE TO BUY POSTCARD ABOVE. ONE-OV-A-KIND!β βCLICK HERE TO BUY POSTCARD ABOVE. ONE-OV-A-KIND!β βCLICK HERE TO BUY POSTCARD ABOVE. ONE-OV-A-KIND!β βCLICK HERE TO BUY POSTCARD ABOVE. ONE-OV-A-KIND!β POSTCARD ABOVE IS ALREADY SOLD βCLICK HERE TO BUY POSTCARD ABOVE. ONE-OV-A-KIND!β βCLICK HERE TO BUY POSTCARD ABOVE. ONE-OV-A-KIND!β βCLICK HERE TO BUY POSTCARD ABOVE. ONE-OV-A-KIND!β βCLICK HERE TO BUY POSTCARD ABOVE. ONE-OV-A-KIND!β βCLICK HERE TO BUY POSTCARD ABOVE. ONE-OV-A-KIND!β βCLICK HERE TO BUY POSTCARD ABOVE. ONE-OV-A-KIND!β βCLICK HERE TO BUY POSTCARD ABOVE. ONE-OV-A-KIND!β βCLICK HERE TO BUY POSTCARD ABOVE. ONE-OV-A-KIND!β βCLICK HERE TO BUY POSTCARD ABOVE. ONE-OV-A-KIND!β βCLICK HERE TO BUY POSTCARD ABOVE. ONE-OV-A-KIND!β βCLICK HERE TO BUY POSTCARD ABOVE. ONE-OV-A-KIND!β βCLICK HERE TO BUY A SURPRISE SNAIL MAIL POSTCARD! NO LIMITS! BUY AS MANY AS YOU WANT!β Want to send one to a friend or foe? Simply put their address in the mailing address spot. You can add a personalized message that I will handwrite for them. Just make a note in the "Message for Hannah Haddix" text box explaining that this is for someone else and what you want me to write. (Or leave it up to me!) Keep it brief as there is not a lot ov room for the handwritten message considering the margin for the barcode and mailing addresses. I CAN MAIL POSTCARDS ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD! ππΉβπ±βπΉπ I am really excited to introduce you to a creature companion I spawned this week. Lemme tell you how it happened. My friend Marcus, who I worked with at the circus, invited me to a Sid Krofft tribute night. Originally Sid was supposed to be in attendance, but he dropped his body mere days before the event so the roster took a little pivot as a memorial gathering. For those ov you who are not familiar with the name, Sid Krofft and his brother Marty were the whimsical, mastermind, puppet-makers responsible for an epic fuck ton ov 70's kids shows including H.R. Pufnstuf, Land ov The Lost, Lidsville, and MANY others. Their creative CV is jaw-dropping. It boggles the brain to think that they were responsible for so many weirdo shows. They even did a little jail TIME in the 60's for putting on a puppet show for adults with topless puppets. GASP! Going to jail for making puppet tits really tickles me. I hope Sid & Marty found the humor in it as well. Anyways, at the event there was a POPPET MAKING STATION provided by Half Pint Puppets where we could create our own poppets (as I call them) from scratch. There were bins ov fabric, fur, feathers, felt, beads, eyes, colorful pipe cleaners, markers, and a massive glue gun station. A DREAM COME TRUE. My inner child took the wheel as I happily obsessed over spawning my new friend. His name is Grimestein (rhymes with Einstein.) Behold: Did I ever tell you about the importance ov poppets in my childhood? I have to share a few nostalgia photos. My grandma Amy, the most creative and whimsical influence on my being, used to make poppets. Every y-era during the holy-daze she would orchestrate Christian poppet shows with ALL the kids from church. Grandma Amy LOVES ARTE and she also LOVES GOD. She is one ov the most exuberant souls to bless my LIFE and I am eternally grateful for her formative nurturing ov my creativity. Her laugh is loud and contagious and forever scarred into the soundtrack ov my happiest memories. Here are some old analog photos from the early 90's, documenting a few ov her creations: Here are some smile-inducing photos that Grandma Amy took ov me & my brother Cody (RIP) while we played and created in her beautiful Arizona home. EVERYDAY was ARTES & Crafts Day. Every day was an adventure and a blessing. My happiest childhood memories LIVE in Granite Dells, Arizona, being creative at Grandma Amy's magical homestead. A little glimpse into why I am the way I am. Thanks for taking a stroll down happy memory lane with me. Spawning Grimestein really took me back to my cherished formative y-eras, and I felt inspired to share a documented slice ov the magic and LOVE with you. In other news, I have been having such vivid DREAMS lately. I feel compelled to tell you about one in particular. I was in a large concert hall where I was due to go onstage as one ov the many acts in a variety talent show. I walked onstage with my guitar (I do not know how to play guitar) and I fumbled with the strap as I harnessed the instrument around me. The guitar was upside down, but I was already committed. The spotlight was hot on my face and bright in my eyes. I had to play the guitar inverted. I was playing so awfully and discordantly that the technicians in the sound booth started playing a backing track as sympathetic sonic support. I felt super embarrassed that I was bombing my performance, so I said to myself, "Hannah, if you can't do it really well, just do it really weird." I started tangling my body parts in the strings ov the guitar, which were notably stretchy. I weaved my legs and arms through the strings, contorting my body in unspeakable ways. I was wrapping myself up like a metal mummy, in an instrumental straight-jacket ov my own making. Writhing on the floor, I plucked the flesh-taut strings and they made dull plunking sounds. For an extended period, I lay face down on the stage as I plucked a lone, stretchy string repeatedly against my exposed back. It lacerated my skin as I performed instrumental self-flagellation. I matched my pain screams to the pitch ov the guitar notes, as it shifted with the ever-increasing coating ov blood, bubbling from my back. The pain ov the performance caused me to float out ov my body. I could see that more than half ov the audience had already vacated the concert hall in disgust or disinterest. My spirit floated over to my two friends seated in the stage right section. Justin and Carlos excitedly congratulated me on my genius performance and questioned why I didn't give them a heads up about the gruesome nature ov the act. My disembodied mist explained it was purely improv, and thanked them for their support. It didn't matter that most people walked out because the souls who are dear to my heart saw value in my performance and were there to cheer me on. The stage curtains closed as my eyelids opened, catapulting me back into waking reality where I immediately found myself in a wet puddle ov my own menstrual blood. I smilingly congratulated myself for my sanguine DREAM materialization, the ARTE ov bringing dream objects into waking LIFE. Blood magic as the bridge between realms, pouring from the womb ov creation. I am not here to appease the masses, nor am I here to cater to the faint ov heart. I can't always do it really well, but I can certainly do it really weird. Thank you for being one ov the few who can witness my bloody, honest TRUTH and find the beauty in it. Thank you for your TIME and thank you for your kindness. Thank you for ALL the ways you choose to contribute LOVE to the world. May your unreserved laughter echo through the ripples ov SPACETIME and forever contribute to the Symphony ov the Spheres. You are divine. Whether or not you are aware ov it yet, you have a sacred purpose and you are right where you need to be. Walk your own path and listen to your heart. I LOVE you, Reader, just the way you are. You are cool. Rock' n' Roll, homie! BIG LOVE GOLD BLESS YOU JAI KALI MA! YOUR FRIENDLY CYBERHOOD NEIGHBOR, P.S. If you are enjoying these uncensored transmissions and you know any other mutants who may delight in weekly ARTE, music & musings, please send them to hannahhaddix.com to sign up for Alienbroadcast Transmissions! Or you could just forward them this email. Help me grow my tribe! Surely you can think ov at least one human who belongs here. PLEASE HELP THEM TUNE IN! (πΉπΏπΉ) β β» BE BLOOMIN' β» Κβ γ£β β’β α΄₯β β’β Κβ γ£ β‘ β ππΉπ π °π ―π π δΈ°HHδΈ° ---Transmission over until next Friday--- |
Hannah Haddix
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