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| Paradise Lost 100 x 100 cm acrylic on paper |
GOING
UNDERGROUND
Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem beautiful again….
Frank O’ Hara
How long have
you been taking time off?
Love the outfit:
way too tight Led Zep t-shirt,
garden
clogs with air-holes, those
radically
frayed hand-me-down cargo shorts….
No need to even
the score or seize the upper hand. Who’s
keeping
track? Certainly not your drinking buddies, currently busy
sprinkling
hash over tobacco. The ultra-skinny old dude
with Jimmy
Page hair? He’s ordering vodka shots. Sometimes life is
entrepreneurial
(whispers an inner-voice) waiting in its shop-front window,
a
sex-worker in Amsterdam; other times a Vermeer girl off in a
shadow,
double-checking her shopping list. Meaning? Mean-
while outside
of your skin it is spring, so why not stand barefoot
on sun-warmed
carpets? Strip clothes off, go walking—
more or
less in that order—and surprise the neighborhood—not
the first
time a master of your own disaster: Old Hippie
Let’s it
All Hang Out Yet Again, shared on Facebook and thousands “like” it.
