Yes Kenny, I can hear you scream, you're not in space, you're just sitting by the Yarra river, stop being so needy, it's about to start raining so go back to your studio.
Alright already. Knock it off will ya. Jeez.
Ha, anyway, the Chris Hadfield talk was out of this world, he was astronomical, I was over the moon, the guy is a real star... etc. etc. It was really awesome!
I said "Mum I meant if you had any questions specifically for a Chris Pittock, you could ask that to any Pittock. Also, what the heck are you talking about, I've never heard anyone say Pittlock before in my life."
Or maybe I should change my name to Ken Pitt.
Actually on that subject, just a couple of weeks ago I checked my P.O. Box to discover a letter from a guy named Billy, well I assume it was for me, although it was addressed to Kenny Pittcock.
Ha, what a nerve, especially since this guy Billy was trying to buy a work from me. Where's the professionalism, ha, this is why I need gallery representation. Nonetheless I was obviously wrapped to receive the letter and of course I thought the name thing was really funny,but so when I replied I made sure to bring it up and say "yeah, yeah, very funny".
Billy's response to my comment was really great and it makes me think it might've just been a genuine mistake. I asked Billy for his permission to share here what he told me and he said absolutely I could, so here it is verbatim,
Photo of me with tickets on myself. (parking tickets)
Photo of a friendly stranger taking a photo of me with tickets on myself. (parking tickets)
Anyway, Chris Pittock, not Mum, I'm talking about the twitter one, he sent me his email address and when I wrote him an email I made sure to ask him whether he'd ever been called Pittlock.
Twice in my life when someone's asked me what my name is and I've said "Kenny" the other person has said "Did you say Candy?" Twice. Ha, Kenny and Pittock. What a name combo. I guess I should blame my parents. Or my parents parents. Or my parents parents parents parents. Ha, or at least someone who isn't me.
And so that was that.
The notifications were from twitter and this time the Canadian astronaut Chris Hadfield hadn't just retweeted one of my tweets but he'd written a tweet directly to me. It received 73 favourites and 20 retweets, which although isn't nearly enough to get you a congratulatory message from twitter/Cherie but it was still totally surreal.
Merrilee, Merilee, Merrilee, Merrilee. Acrylic on 22gsm paper. 29 x 42cm.
And yeah, look, here's evidence of a real life astronaut writing to me!
hi. Can you title one of your blog posts "a Kenny for your thoughts"?
So long, cya later, and until next time feel free to post me a letter, send me an email or write me a tweet, perhaps even with an invitation for a walk along the beach, maybe I'll say yes, just so that I can rebel against my Mum. I'll just have to cross my fingers that it won't result in me going the way of the Cody Pittock.