"Real food" is a term I dislike almost as much as "real women," and for many of the same reasons…
Right this minute, there is someone going through chemotherapy shopping at your grocery store, buying popsicles and ice cream to help their sore mouth, and worrying what the cashier is going to think.
There is someone on hemodialysis buying white bread instead of whole wheat, trying to keep their phosphorus levels reasonable between appointments and hoping for the best.
There is a person attending intensive outpatient treatment for their eating disorder who has been challenged by their therapist to buy a Frappuccino.
There are dietitians picking up a dozen different candy bars to eat with their clients, who feel ashamed and guilty about enjoying them.
There is someone who just doesn’t have it in them to cook right now, and this frozen pizza and canned soup will keep them going.
There are people recovering from chronic dieting and semi-starvation who are buying chocolate and chips at their deprived body’s insistence.
All around us are people listening to what their bodies need and attempting to make the best possible choice within a context of overwhelming food pressure. All of their choices are valid, and every single one of these foods is “real.”
You may remember Sagittarius from such fictions as astrology. Maybe, like me, you still struggle to spell it. Two Gs? No. Two Rs? No. Two Ts? YES!
Sagittarius is known as The Archer. It’s not just a bow and arrow, though: Sagittarius is one of the TWO centaurs who grace our skies. Some have doubted that Sagittarius is actually a centaur, as apparently they don’t use bows, but in context of reality, that point is fairly moot: centaurs are mythical creatures (read: not actually real, sorry). Corona Australis (the southern crown) sits at his feet, as he aims his arrow at Scorpius.
As well as being an awesome centaur with a bow and arrow, Sagittarius is sometimes seen as a teapot, and is also a VERY, VERY EXCITING AREA OF SPACE. It is home to many star clusters and nebula, including M54, the Lagoon Nebula, the Omega Nebula and the Trifid Nebula. It also points to centre of our barred spiral galaxy, where scientists say that the supermassive black hole at the heart of our Milky Way resides.
A tiny poem about love seemed the most appropriate response to such a grand piece of sky.
I’ve got an arrow here;
Loving the hand that sent it,
I the dart revere.
Fell, they will say, in “skirmish”!
Vanquished, my soul will know,
By but a simple arrow
Sped by an archer’s bow.
This artwork is part of my exhibition, indexerrorparallaxrefraction at the Mission to Seafarers Dome gallery, 717 Flinders St Melbourne.
Sagittarius is printed in an edition of five, paper size 38 x 56cm. Get in contact if you’re interested in buying one.
Framed: AUD $630
Unframed: AUD $420 (plus postage outside Melbourne), 4 available
I love boys who will never love me back.
Letting the phone go to voicemail when my
mother calls. Biting my nails bloody.
Wearing dresses when I should wear jeans.
Making my body small. Forgetting names
but not asking for them again. Maybe I should
have called. Maybe you should stop calling.
Maybe I should have remembered how you
take your coffee, your favorite band,
that you smoke a pack a day. Maybe I should
have apologized. If it’s any consolation,
my next birthday will be me eating cake in bed
and licking the icing off of my fingers alone.