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Doin just fine ❤️ some meaningful moments here and there so I don’t lose track.
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From labyrinthine basements to a stripped down bowling alley, our Caity Kennedy paints a vivid picture of our origins as an art collective and yearslong journey to opening House of Eternal Return. Happy 10th birthday @meowwolfsantafe!!
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This is Rainbow Angel, our tribute to Matt that now sits in Cowboix Hevven in Houston. I’m a year and a half late. 
I was looking for photos of these hands and realized I never posted pictures of this guy, finished or unfinished.
Cole, Cat, Sofia and I sculpted him, and Matthew Erdmann designed the armature. Many more skilled people contributed to build and wire and figure him out. 
I sculpted the hair and the hands, and I’m quite proud of both. They’re made of instamorph, and I did a lot of r&d to make the fiber optics and tattoos work right.
Cat is responsible for his remarkable wings and hat. 
Cole made his face.
We all chipped in on sculpting and painting his body. 
Building this was very bizarre, very bittersweet. It was an honor to build him, to sort of make him a new body out of indestructible materials. To study his posture, his style, and to share in the sweet sadness of all knowing these things by heart already. “His elbows should be more out, his back more hunched. His boot toes more pointed up. Yeah more like a crazy spider monkey yes exactly.” During the process I got a tattoo added to my hand in homage of his, which I helped him design anyway. I wanted to get his hair perfect, because it was beautiful and because I thought it would be important to him. It probably isn’t (perfect or terribly important to him) but I’m proud to have tried. 
I’m not sure why today is the day to finally post about this project, but I miss him. I miss Matt the person, and I miss the insistently present spirit that was around constantly the first year or so after he died. I don’t see him much anymore, which is healing I suppose. It’s funny to miss the rawness of grief, the closeness found in the pain of it. I know he’s right here, and I know he’s out riding rainbows and exploring the other side. Come back and visit more often eh?
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