Jan 14, 2010
morning...
dogs are barking. a second pot of coffee is brewing. oil paint all over. black and swollen. depth between depths. shadows seeping. fraying at the edge. my hair is twisted up in a bun on top of my head. i am still in my pajamas. there are words all over the place. all through me. i go back to the canvas, i go back to the page. back and forth, back and forth. it is all in black. ink or type or paint. black against white. fraying at the edges. a knot loosed. a rope unwound. a net or nest or hope.
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You artist you! (just reflecting on your other post being called an artist...)
hahahahahaha! thanks marta! :)
My hair's in a bun now too, to keep the heat from my neck, for you to keep the hair off your face, I imagine.
I love the way you play around with ideas of hair at the moment.
A year or so ago there was a series of 'hair-nappings' on trains throughout Melbourne. The man, a troubled soul, was eventually caught.
You can imagine he has a troubled history. He liked to sit behind women on trains and cut off their ponytails or plaits. He then collected them. When the police arrested him he had a huge stash of hair bits.
It sounds awful and tragic and in many ways it is for all concerned. Your interest is different I know but it's funny how this man's story keeps coming back to me when I see your profile photo.
Please don't be put off by this story. Your interest comes from a creative urge, his I imagine comes from something more perverse.
hahahahahahahahaha!!!! i am CRACKING UP! that is hilarious! i'm sure the poor ladies on the train don't think so, but it's funny that's what you think of when you see my profile pic! hahahahaha! i just read this out loud to my sweetie and he cracked up too. thank you!
You're welcome, Angela. I'm glad it made you laugh. I worried that you'd find it ghoulish.
It is funny in so many ways. I kept the cutting from the newspaper in which they posted a picture of all these pony tails lying sadly side by side disconnected from the heads of their owners.
Imagine getting off the train and finding you've lost your hair.
I thought once to write a short story about it. Think of Rapunzel.
oh, that's a wonderful idea for a fairy tale! i love that! i love ghoulish things. i've only recently begun my exploration in to fairy tales. i didn't read any as a child and i think they are wonderful. i had no clue how gruesome they are! at first it was a bit shocking but i was instantly hooked nonetheless.
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