Blue skies take you to the land of the Pharaohs. She didn’t know. How many? I ask again. What am I looking at, she asked. A man, number threes, a passport, obsession, dependency, I need you to pattern. Who do you need? Who is that you need? To need somebody. We all need somebody. To take care. Triangle, is that the pattern it creates? I’m in love with you. I have never been so much in love. What’s the molecule structure of that emotion? It must have one, because we are in the end patterns entwined.
Wanna hear something funny? I paint porcelain as a hobby. After being finished I trash the items and throw them to the garbage and start all over again.
I claim they have more significance than anyone cares to admit. Vanity industries do pay attention to the surface much more than I and I am shocked when what I wear is paid more attention to than what kind of art I do or my looks tell what I am capable of (with which I like to play with). How much is it in the interests of the arts to keep stereotypes alive or whose interests are in question all in all, because they are not mine? One can wonder and it is truly weird one has to keep up appearance and act upon one’s appearance. I make this assumption, I should act according to my sex, sex and gender are always an issue, and appearance, because such is my strongest asset? What is the appearance of an artist today, a businessman who functions like a machine, is efficient and more importantly is male? Clichés are so much alive, I wonder the speed of progress. (What progress?) Things that instantly come to your mind when you see someone, what do they tell of you?
BTW, any modelling agency hire 45yrs old? That would be a career change, lol. Oh no, I should lose weight.