|D Rea J|
In terms of something to be called "photo-realism" this is about as close as I've gotten. Not terrible bad, getting there, but still much room for improvement. She's not really one woman, she's actually a composite by memory of two early girlfriends who shared more than just a name in common. Both were tall, and green eyed, both had enough attitude to power Milwaukee. Both were defiantly sensual creatures, hot blooded in the manner of healthy youth. One of them was a preacher's kid. The other one may very well have saved my life for me by intercepting a level of despair I couldn't even name in the day, bless her pointy little heart and totally round heels. Here of late I think of them more often than I used to, and wonder what became of their lives.
Then there's the abstractions and surrealism's where raw emotional baggage is what hits the canvas... several of those in the last few days.
|Psych Eval via Surrealism|
|The Subduction of Sanity|
|Soap Opera Sex... Cheating on Brillo|
Others of course are in color, and of more defined and easily understood nature. For example this one... it has to be in color, the entire joke is in the colors involved. Everyone knows Brillo isn't the blue scrubby... well, everyone that's ever washed very many dishes will recognize that, but hey... in this day of dishwashers and fast food disposable it might not be as obvious to some folks as it is to me. Just sarcasm, that's all, just a bit of sarcasm.
In some ways my life is full and fulfilled... and in other ways it feels totally and absolutely betrayed, and I'll be damned if I can tell you which is closer to the truth. I have every material thing I've ever wanted, I have my time, and the bottom line truth is I feel homeless. Something I've discovered about myself in the last six months or so is that for me home has always been a place in the heart of a good woman, and at this point I am homeless. It sucks.
Oh, well. Just like the can of three bean salad and the jar of pickled beets and the entire quart of coleslaw I ate for breakfast today? This to shall pass.
Catch you later.