Sometimes, do you feel like
doing nothing? Or is it only me having this feeling more than often? It is one
of these days, I could have a lot to do, fighting with my inner inertia but I
am not able to do anything. I just got an email from a friend. He was wishing
me good luck with my every-minute questions and he attached a painting in jpg
format to the email. With all my curiosity, I googled it and I saw it was
by a person called Michael Wardle who is living in Las Vegas. First, I
thought about the name. It took me a couple of months to learn how to pronounce
German “Michael” and American “Michael” correctly. I couldn’t
easily understand why they didn’t find a new way to write “Michael”
in US. Maybe they were just lazy, who (n)ever knows? The second thing was about
Las Vegas. Less than a month ago, I changed the plane in Vegas. I wish I could
have time to see this desert city, not to gamble but to see people gambling. In
the third place, I started to have a look at the painting itself. It is obvious
that I tend to spend more time on details than the topic itself. Anyways (as he
always uses this word), the colors of the painting , I thought it is just
great! yellow, red and some blue… Immediately, I saw a half-full wine
glass. Freud probably would say that I feel the need of having alcohol. Maybe,
that’s true. Besides, I see some pain in the painting. I don’t know, maybe it
is like a mirror which is reflecting myself to me at the moment. The body
is looking to another direction than the head does. Does it mean that the mind
and the heart (body, instincts etc.) contracting? and there are several birds…
Honestly I don’t like modern art and modern paintings. Because there is always
a high probability of not being able to understand what the painter was trying
to tell (or do they tell/imply something) and to feel yourself such a fool.
Well, the very last part of the story is the reason behind. We like or not
there is always a reason behind everything as the Americans say. Sometimes, I
feel like I have too many questions and have no idea of how I would move on. On
the other hand, I see things at certain times that they are clear like looking
through the cleanest window. It is like up and downs: clean-dirty look… But
inside is always clean as he has this yellow color in. He didn’t know where to
go, nor do I!!!
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