Katy clambers over the barricade of boxes and slowly rolls down the clackety door of Mum’s Garage.
Closing The Garage
As Dia said, the “Mum’s Garage” thing started as a bit of a giggle and a way to embrace a term that I now really love, because it’s associated in my brain with this fantastic and eclectic array of treasures. Our first venture into the itty-bitty in-between magazine was so much more than either of us thought it would be, and holy buckets, are we grateful for that!
My mum didn’t have a fixed garage or shed. We moved a lot when I was growing up. A single, one-income parent, renting with her daughter, we were a little team and we became incredibly efficient at packing boxes and moving furniture (I am also incredibly fantastic at putting together flatpack furniture and I enjoy doing it… If anyone needs help?)
There wasn’t always an “Oh, I can store that at my parent’s house” option – we didn’t have that sort of home base: a “family home”. That’s why we carried mementos and keepsakes from our family’s past, both of our childhoods and our lives, with us to our rentals.
Some choices are obvious perhaps – a bajillion photos, books, and letters.
Others – the sheer amount of old keys, or the rolling pin with dimpled wood that looks like someone has used it as a hammer on nails, for example, are less so. But those were the things that made our (often shitty rentals) beautiful homes. Homes that I loved.
That stuff is really important to us.
And it’s important for a reason, as is everything and everyone that was involved in filling this first issue of Mum’s Garage. Dia, after we sulked, scoffed and laughed, you took the title and made this happen and I fucking love it. A big round of applause, a glass of bubbly liquid, and a slice of your favourite cake to Dia – the Daddy of Mum’s Garage.
We really do have such a fantastic team. You are so supportive of us and it doesn’t go unnoticed. Everyone shared so much, and the things that our team and contributors created for this issue are so wonderful. We appreciate you all.
There’ll be more from the garage later in the year.
A lot of goodies have already been dug up from boxes and found behind old bedframes by our beautiful little weirdos, and we can’t wait for you to see them.
In the meantime, get ready as we move into May and our next issue: Mayday! Mayday!
About Caya Crum
Caya Crum is an artist and muralist based in Fort Worth, Texas. Caya’s work is inspired by pop culture references and historical paintings. It varies greatly from watercolor and acrylic paintings to murals and large scale installations. By sharing art, Caya hopes to create memorable pieces that resonate with people and contribute to making the world a better place.
About the Artist
Katy Somerville was beamed into existence on a Monday night in the mid-eighties by stars, glitter, and a glorious Italian woman from a long line of very strong women. In the present timeline, she likes to drink coffee, pat any animal that will engage with her, make collages, and spend time laughing and finding moments of joy wherever she can with her partner and her goofy, lanky dog.
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