MA REILLY

(7/12) The work at Good Hart took a lot out of me every day. I was turning my keenest artist-eye to the intimate and sensorial details of feelings I’d spent decades trying NOT to feel. Overwhelming to say the least. But there is an animal in me DESPERATE to live and revel in the magic of existence.

(Swipe to see two pics of me during (7:07p after about 8 hours of work) & after (12:40am) a particularly grueling day where I knew the work I needed to do but nothing that came out of me was right until ... mercifully ... at last ... it was …)

Long before most of us knew what “parts work” meant, we were talking ourselves through hard shit, weren’t we? Maybe there’s someone out there who’s never done it, but for me, it’s commonplace and often straight out loud. I have a wise old crone with long white hair who is my favorite self, and when she shows up I know I have THE TRUTH, but also there’s a scared little kid, angsty teenager, a reactive asshole, a people pleaser, a me that delights in tiny things … so many mes in this me. 

The one that’s desperate to live? That’s who wrote this song. 

If you hit one of those hard days, I hope this song will be a playful flick on your ear: The world is better when it’s weird. And I make it a little weirder. And so do you. And that’s so good. That’s all the reason in the world for any of us to be here.

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Single artwork by @matlarimer @lil.bluedots