Just A Little Zen

I don't know why I am attracted to images like this one, but I am.  Very much.  Maybe I like the mystery of it, or maybe something else.  The line, the partiality, what's left out.

Whatever.

This weekend my own hometown has a big Artless Street Festival.  The town doesn't call it that, of course.  There will be paintings and drawings and gimcracks and crackerjacks and a hundred thousand people in the streets.  Shit--I should have applied for a booth with pictures like the one above.

I just had a moment of insight.  No matter.  I don't have to be in the right to criticize.

For me, though, the big event is the Saturday night party for some of the patrons and artists at a friend's house.  You know, the one where the Django-styled Cook Trio plays.  I will go early and stake out my spot in front of the group and eat and drink and watch the stars and moon drift by.  It will be my moment of zen.

I need a little zen, my friends.  Just a little zen.