Yeah, so I always wondered on reflection when I’m gone - what picture did I paint on my way from cradle to grave? The ultimate art is your life.
Was it sombre like the mona lisa, was it crazy like geurnica, did I save souls like the heroics or did I rape the sabine women, was I a breugellian compost manufacturer or did I slave in cubist mines, was I a turnerian gass-ball, did I laze my afternoons on le grand jeutte, was I a face in a monet beer garden, was I a narcicistic marble look-at-me with my doo-dad broken off - had I no head or arms when they found me, was I a lump on a pedistal dedicated to an expired god, did I dance naked on seashells in the ocean, was I a temple or the priest, the supplicant, was I blue and dead in a bathtub or on a slab, was my life hung on a teanager’s wall, am I a mandala or a splash in blue poles, am I a tastefull arrangement of streetlights and roadsigns, am I a giant bycicle wheel half buried or the ass of a chevvy, was I a tag or a political slogan hastily daubed in the pompeii night (Ite! Ite!!), was I the spine design on the first hardback of Dickens or mills and boone?
If you were art - which would you prefer to be (the brave migh venture what they are)?
The artist’s caption is pertinent: “The naked mole rat knew that he was
dreaming. For one thing, he wasn’t in the tunnels any more, and there
weren’t any other mole rats around, and he could have sworn that he
hadn’t been bipedal earlier in the evening. But all that was immaterial.
He knew he had to be dreaming, because even naked mole rats know
that you can’t get blood from a turnip.”
There can be beauty in numbers - or even in the balance of light and dark - perhaps the box houses are balanced by the stripes and collumns scibed in the numbers - are there chaotic shadows in the figure densities? Is there life after Kandinski? Was the Mole sleeping or waking?
Edited to say: Was there art in the tongue for the wide mouthed harmonicist?
Edited again to say: Cran - death in birth is nothing to be scared of. It’s good art - probably the best.
Edited once more to say: Those sabine women had a drama to fulfill. We all meet them from time to time - it’s relatively safe for humans, but demons get headlines they could do without. The colours are great either way
