Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Postcards from Nowhere


You can be envious for a minute.  I live in a vacationland and am on vacation.  I was going to go away, but I haven't and have decided I won't.  I'm staying home.  I will make day trips and catch up on things.  It is a relief.  I have been exhausted.  Now, each day I do things left undone.  I read and eat and exercise and fall asleep.  I have been to the studio and made some pictures.  There is an art festival this weekend.  

It is a relief having decided to stay home.  I had made no plans and going anywhere was going to be very expensive.  I've spent a life staying in run-down but aristocratic old hotels that emit a sort of shabby elegance.  In my tropical paradise, they are now all gone, torn down to make way for the new architecture.  The old romance is just that now.  

And so I loaf and feel richer.  I am going to buy myself something.  

When summer comes, you can put an end to your envy.  I will want to be where you are.  

The image above is from a shameful series toward which I am slouching.  

"Postcards from Nowhere: Desire and the Exotic Other"  

Or something like that.  Everyone has images of Paradise.  People lost their lives and fortunes seeking El Dorado.  Mythical places.  They never existed.  I can make myth, too.  I'm ready to fuel the Furnace of Desire.  I'll have to make something to replace all the things that are gone.  

Maybe they never existed.  Memory is a hell of a thing.   

1 comment:

  1. yes I'm envious. I happen to be on vacation now too...but it hasn't been as fun as yours sounds. Maybe I don't know how to loaf anymore.

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