you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you’re young,whatever life you wear
it will become you;and if you are glad
whatever’s living will yourself become.
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:
i can entirely her only love
whose any mystery makes every man’s
flesh put space on;and his mind take off time
that you should ever think,may god forbid
and (in his mercy) your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge lies,the foetal grave
called progress,and negation’s dead undoom.
I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
So, you see, there really was a hat that I was working on…a pretty fancy one, too, with a golden cage and a fabulous bird inside it. The bird has built a nest of the dapper man’s hair (and probably poops all over his head, as well, but I won’t paint that. Heh.)
I started on this painting today, and it’s fairly galloping along. I have learned so much from the previous paintings about working with acrylics, I hope that the ease and speed with which I get my ideas down and start to flesh them out, now, is a sign that I am finally—finally!—understanding a little bit and gaining proficiency in this medium.
Christ, it’s about time, too, don’t you think? Crazy woman’s having an exhibit, and she’s bloody learning how to paint! Ridiculous.