First of all, let’s get the legendary Chipper in here. Among many wrapped paintings, he appears here, refusing to look up (smart boy, and be blinded by the flash, HE knows), and somewhat over it, he is above all, his shiny soft, tri-colored fourteen year old SELF. He immediately post picture returned to the yoga mat to REST. AGH, Mami, he says.
Okay, foto number two.
Proving thereby that anything goes this Fall, biker boots and audacious florabundous maxi skirt? yah. and whye notte? I saye … twas a funne looke todaye … 🙂 stompe
and the third and final pic of the daye …
That’s two days’ worth of painting there, which is really a few hours’ worth on two days. I remain fatigueeee. Sayeth the French. But still, I’ve made some good progress with the tiny round brush, nonetheless? Here and there? Can you see? Quite 60s Pop Tropicale? I must say. I did yesterday maketh a new olive green. And today painted again in the Sap Green for contraste.
And Lo, the lower back it hurteth so … I must rest.
What giveth? she said? ha.
But ’tis Friday, and on Fridays she is allowed to maketh the biscuits, scrambled eggs, and veggie sausage patties … and drinketh of the remaining vin blanc from deinen open house of yore (8/16!) yes! bottles do remaine!
open them! one at least! yes! I shalle!
gah for the pain doth not cease and Tylenol, well, it weareth offe in tyme!
and ’tis Friday!
so I found this bumper sticker I had made up with the cleverish saying I thought up years ago now, “Heaven is a state of mind”
wow — ish? yes?
so this was fortuitous to my perspective yesterday. Because of all the pain, etc. wearing on me soule.
So I applied said phrase to my perspective and lo, but a poem came from it — a poem! You all! it’s been like a year or two since a poem sprang forth — so, lo, I jumpeth forth from the bed in the dusk and wroteth it downe … in somme goode forme — badde tho it were — but ’tis downe —
and basically it’s like — why do you dress for a party all the damned time, gf?
because there should be a party all the time, for the party in my head, eh? the nonstop party in my mind?
because I have so much (pain) to forget, thank you
but then I thought …
every (60) seconds some tragedy occurs, but yet some
miracle occurs every (60) seconds as well
hmmm it balances
it should be a massive fundraiser party
to keep up with the debt incurred
so I’m dressed up for the nonstop party
it has a surprise ending
may be a screenplay one day
we shall see
good bumper sticker, that
so returned to meditating after that, and applied the balancing act which is that yin yang
crazy talk but it does work, making heaven in my mind out of negative mush, crap bah bah
it works after all — what else is there but to make something fertile out of it after all? 🙂