MEDIA – Bitumen paste; oil paint and white acrylic paint on primed high cotton content 300gsm paper.
120 × 86 cm
I invented this particular manner of combining media. I believe I am the onlyperson who usesit; though the old masters would use bitumen as pigment and as part of acid-printing press processes.
The woman I have found is so bizarrely unique and wondrous kind… so beautiful, even that too yay!!
I am going to marry her. Though if I step into a church either it or, perhaps more likely, me, will burst into flames.
I don’t think I know how I found her. The, you know, that actual one – THE one.
yes, but not in a Jet Li nor Matrix manner no no. She who sleeps tiny and wrapped in my purple cat in my bed down the hall from where I type.
Perhaps it was overdue, a requisition of aggregated fortune.., beholden to me and mine by fate, that Smarmy bastard. Little enough for me so far in terms of life’s luck’s bounty… perhaps in terms of the collision and SUDDENLY COLLUSION! of our lives i have garnered a gathering a reaping of lover’s luck. Because she is mine! And I, I am so hers.
A gift from fate.
Luck was stolen (like a bastard) from my perfect boy child’s lips so that I grew with my brain askew and there were so very few, things that I could ever, even hope ever to do. I was born with my brain sideways. Well. On an angle. With a big, big BIG bit missing.
Which was unlucky.
There has been some small luck since then, but it has been really really rilly small.
For once and of a sudden! Of two suddens! suddenish! In a suddenary manner!
Providence graced my palm with silver.
Tables are TURNED. Table-clothes are all dirty and in puddles on the sidewalk and the cutlery glitters in the dirt because of how far the tableau of tables have turned!
I met her. She is an angel.
An indescribably exquisite heart wrapped up in my favourite pale pointy girl-shape.
So. I may marry her.
She’s nice. And she smells nice. And hey there’s also that she has been a professioanl model for 20 years and speaks at least three languages and such a strange genius to her…. ah well
I would like to take this opportunity to warn people of the dangers of the sky falling on their heads, also, the huge drop in temperature in the nether regions of hell, and all these cows that have been emigrating back to their homeland.
Hell’s freezing over and the cows have come home.
Because I am going to get married.
That’s news then huh!?