I just finished a book the other day.
That's all.
I just wanted you all to know that I read a book.
À bientôt, mes enfants!
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- Stephen O’Donnell is a mid-career fine artist, writer, and singer/performer. His paintings are widely collected, both in this country and abroad. Entirely self-taught, he is best known for his self-portraits, paintings which typically employ gender ambiguity and a lot of droll humor. His work most often exemplifies what is known as a portrait historié, in which a recognizable subject is portrayed in period costume or mythological guise, to dramatic or comic effect. He is also known for his small paintings of animals. His work – both literary and visual – has appeared in the literary magazines/journals Nailed, Menacing Hedge, Buckmxn Journal, and Gertrude. He is married to writer and graphic designer Gigi Little, with whom he sometimes performs. Their book, The Untold Gaze – a collection of Stephen’s paintings paired with short fiction by 33 authors – was published in October of 2018. They live in Portland, Oregon with their dog Nicholas.
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Congratulations, Mother. You said you wouldn't make it, but I knew you'd soldier on if you had plenty of champagne and smelling salts at your side. Which was it? War and Peace? The Canterbury Tales?
Well, now, Mummy can't be expected to remember - exactly - what book it was. It had a lovely red morocco binding, if I recall. And it was quite small enough to fit into my handbag. There were absolutely - no - pictures, if you'll believe me. It was quite charming. Yes? Yes. Oh, blast, I have NO idea what it was! But it doesn't matter, does it? I did read a book and that will - have - to suffice!
How is the skiing, darling? I do hope you're not getting too sunburnt and brown; when you rejoin me on tour, I don't want everyone thinking that I'm performing with a HINDU! Haha!
Mother, you're doing it again. Honestly, do you want to alienate all our fans but the Parisians? But, yes, I'm having an absolutely wonderful time. I have the most charming skiing instructor. I'm just mad for him! He plays the ukelele. Mother, can I keep him? Couldn't we use a ukelele on tour?
No. Don't be ridiculous. A ukelele? How very Années Folles! And, therefore - completely - passé. And actually, darling, so are skiing instructors.
Now, do be a dear, finish up there and come join your mummy as soon as you can. Yes?
But mummy darling, I must, must, must have him! He has green eyes. And such a physique. And I'm sure if he plays the ukelele he could surely pick up the violin. Last night he took me for a skiing lesson under the stars free of charge. He has such grace, Mother. Why, his form is completely Fred Astairean. No, I won't come home until you say I can keep him.
What rot, darling! You are not thinking with your head, dear, but rather something more...southerly! Silly girl. It's in the blood, of course; I was just like that when I was your age. That's how I found myself - entangled - with your beastly father! I do hope you'll grow out of it, and quick.
And - please - do not go skiing at NIGHT! I shan't be too happy to need come and - chip - you off of a glacier!
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