The thing about this life of rising, grooming, travelling, occupying the mind with tasks...It's all response, response, response. Responding to lists and tasks and people. No time to close the eyes and let the mind play in the forest. Luxury is lying, with eyes closed, in a rolling field with sweeping branches and leaves of willowy trees, billowy tufts of fluffy white in the blue sky, and a soft travelling breeze, clean and cool. Luxury is being curled up on the grass with slow moving beetles, swadled in a soft wool sweater with the sun peaking through the leaves, warming your closed eyes while you dream.
Instead, my eyes have to stay open, in an office and I must respond, respond respond to reality. Always answering it's prompts...
By the by,
Here is the group portrait I did for The YPF collective at their request, in trade for some lost prints bought by a friend. See here for full story.
If only I had mis-spelled xylophone on purpose...but it's funny so I left it. Funny to me anyway.
3 comments:
I went to a concert this year that was just different xzlophones: super high-techno metallic and on the floor wooden traditional and etc. It's all you really need, you know. Plus a little Nick Drake.
JOBY! Somehow I deleted your comment while trying to fix zpelling(haha) in mine. I used the back button so I could copy and paste it below:
joby said:
I went to a concert this year that was just different xzlophones: super high-techno metallic and on the floor wooden traditional and etc. It's all you really need, you know. Plus a little Nick Drake.
Right on! You saw an Orff orchestra. I was in the orff band in grade school. I played xylophone along to church songs during mass. How uncool is that?!
or maybe I didn't...it's early in the morning...
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