Sunday, August 21, 2005

"On the No. Seven"

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5 Comments:

Blogger boredphuck said...

hey, this probably has no connection to what you posted, but i thought it'd be polite to ask your permission to link your blog through mine, its really been inspiring and though-provoking for me.

and btw, are these paintings and done by you?

10:30 AM  
Blogger OrphanedPoet said...

i've studied this and studied this. there is such energy in the way the pointing boy is extending his arm when i observe how the muscles clump and stretch--it conveys and energy, excitement-- and of course, it's because of the dame on the barge. lol..

i don't get the feeling she's a corpse (as a similar mannequin drew that ghoulish association for me in the dumpster picture from your trip)- but rather that she's a sun-worshipper, traveliing up a lazy river.

what i am struck by most of all is the universal language of 'tits'.

lol....

no matter where, no matter when, they send the mercury up the notice-meter real fast, and i would suppose the young men are indeed in hog heaven getting their free peek from a close railing.
- k.

2:05 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Karen-

Great read on this! Hog Heaven, indeed.

Thanks as always.



BoredPhuck-

Feel free to link, I'm glad you get something out of this place. The images are collages that I create using my own photographs and other images which I then either cut and paste with scissors and glue or work up in Photoshop.

Thanks for stopping by and sharing your thoughts.


Scott

8:48 PM  
Blogger Radish King said...

I love this because it makes me think of the Diego Rivera inspired murals on the first floor of the Coit Tower, if those murals were to actually have a sense of humor, which then reminds me of having a blindly claustrophobic moment riding up that elevator with a man whose hair smelled of really sweet oil which then reminds me of a terrifying bus ride down Telegraph Hill by a bus driver who had gold hair gold eyelashes and gold fingernails which then reminds me of Frank O'Hara's Lunch Poems which I bought the same day at City Lights Books.

7:21 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

I love those murals. We walked up and back and so missed a terrifying bus ride, but we did then go to City Lights and by poems, Lee's "The City in Which I Love You" which is not nearly as appropriate as buying O'Hara's poems there, but there you are.


Thanks for triggering those memories, golden girl.

Scott

6:14 AM  

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