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Hanging By A Moment and Gentlemen

Artist/ Author

Kimberley Veart, is a co-author of the blog Clementine. She is in her third year of studies as an arts student at the University of Western Australia. As her degree draws to a close, she's beginning to wonder what she will do with her days when she can't stomp around in university fashions with a large pile of books in her arms, dreaming away about the works of long-dead authors. Her restless creative energies have long been channelled into writing, it being considered as vital to her life as coffee.

Clementine is a Perth arts initiative based upon the fictional character of Clementine. The articles, artwork and photography published evoke a 'personality', like pieces scrap-booked from her dresser.

Clementine aspires to be a platform for emerging artists, a place to experiment and network. She is, ultimately, a space for new voices and faces.

The text “Hanging by a Moment” first appeared in Clementine on 12/04/2012.

The image “Gentlemen” first appeared in Clementine on 01/03/2012.

Gentlemen.

Gentleman

Hanging By A Moment

by Kimberley Veart

“I don’t want life to imitate art; I want life to be art.” - Carrie Fisher

My mission, my goal in life is to experience a musical moment. By this I mean a moment where the crowds burst into joyous, perfectly choreographed dancing that looks absolutely spontaneous and people start belting out notes like Mariah Carey.

Why can’t life be like a musical?

I often imagine scenes in my head as I go about my day. Suddenly on the train, I am seized with the almost uncontrollable urge to cartwheel down the aisle and end with a jazz hand flourish while the other passengers sing “You Make My Dreams”. Then I remember that I can’t actually cartwheel and if you’re going to attempt it in a skirt you really need a fifties one to pull it off (the crucial factor being the over-the-knee length).

Or, I’m at university and people are sitting in the sun having lunch. I want to gracefully descend the stairs and glide onto the grass in front of them singing the soft beginnings of a feel good ballad. All of a sudden the quirky looking guy in the polo-shirt stands up and joins in with a perfect tenor. The girl with the red hair grabs the arms of her friends and they sway in time to the harmony. Soon, the whole crowd has erupted into song which ends with an earth-shattering crescendo and a memorable finish. It goes quiet, and everyone shrugs happily and returns to what they were doing.

Instead, people are just wandering, eating, chatting and laughing just as usual. But in my head, the hills are well and truly alive.

As you can tell, my grip on reality is at times rather tenuous.