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An interview with Samantha Hensley

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Artist Samantha Hensley has been making a real splash lately on social media, but oddly enoughfor her artwork at all - it's her housemates who've really been stealing the spotlight. Earlier this April, they even took over an art gallery space for more than a week straight, marking their biggest major public appearance on our side of the material plane...but countless questions still remain unanswered, questions they aren't equipped to answer for themselves with the limited flesh they have to work with.Fortunately, their human friend was kind enough to clear up some pressing mysteries right here, just for you!SH: I am steward and friend, sometimes mother, employer, to an array of beings, from another place.SH: Friends of mine! They keep me company and I keep the skin on their skeletons.SH: Other planes.SH: He is a very busy man! And a divisive political figure. And when I say political figure, I mean infant- sized fabric entity who eats cobwebs and neighs like a little pony. Some people have mentioned they would like to set him on fire or shoot him with a machine gun, which I believe is testament to his influence.SH: He has always wanted to try Mountain Dew Code Red and he is not allowed to have it in the house. Does this frustrate him? Yes. But it's healthy to have long term goals.SH: Well he can slap pretty hard with his little palps or whatever. But primarily he defends himself by being entirely unkillable.SH: Kisses!! Her kisses kisses kisses !!SH: She is one of the creatures who has never spoken aloud; but by her tense little movements and the way she stations herself cornerwise and stares out warily, seems sure she had few friends in her last realm. Hard to near the incising unknown when your skin is thin to transparently and the position of each component sustaining your body is visible to all.Here she has become especially friendly with Vulture Pony, and gets along just fine with the other creatures who live in my apartment too. They like her jokes. (You don't need to speak to tell jokes.)SH: Kisses!! her Kisses!!!SH: Eternal misunderstoodment. Many goofs to balance it. Eating crumbs from the hardwood cracks because you like it. I asked him if it's difficult and he wiggled toward me in a way that seemed to shrug, “It's a living!”SH: Popular question! On god I don't know please don't tell me either. You definitely can't remove the blanket.SH: Please! This is private!SH: Comically, Princess Decadence is actually wiltingly shy. If anyone is decadent it is that damned Wrinkle Princess.SH: While her head tendrils are placed a lot like an axoltl's external gill, they must have to do with her orientation and balance. Which, in the grand scheme of things, is pretty decadent. Who gave any of us the prideful right to stand without falling? She gets turnaround dizzy if they brush against something. It's adorable. I hope that isn't mean of me to think so-SH: Oh, she's blushing. I can barely hear her and I'll have to lean in. She's saying to dance more. The only time she isn't shy is when she's dancing.SH: Yes! I admire her. She also self discovered an array of psychokinetic abilities that delight her fellow creatures and awaken/terrify me from peaceful sleep with glowing lights and humming melodies. She's kinda sassy like that! But so sweet.SH: I have opened a tab of ectoproct images for her to view remotely from the studio and I can hear her wiggling just furiously with excitement through the rift.SH: An intrepid scientist and former Perfect Celestial Being, whose form was warped by millennia of studying insects here on earth, after he became bored of his crystalline heaven-realm of origin. (His flesh acts as a mirror to that which he is moved by)SH: Right?SH: White Pine Weevil.SH: He says it's that his manuscript won't be published but I see how he'll stare at himself. He's afraid of feeling ugly, which breaks my heart because he is just the handsomest translucent beautything without knowing at all.SH: Oh goodness.SH: Her demands... her vigorous requests for cream and for steak and for Reba McEntire records... insatiable...SH: She moved out for this reason. She lives on a pink satin bed across town now. The tart. She still writes me though.SH: Yes, whatever senses lead them here to my little pink apartment have also made them all amicable on the gentle and silent level of elderly dogs.SH: You and I and whatever reader know already what it is to live here with our innards so exposed. But they have eachother and me and I have them and each other and others have us and we them and we get by.To see even more of Samantha's friends, you can check out the tumblr blog or instagram she's kind enough to run for them.