body at rest
Whatever way you look at it, Winter Blues have set it for many of us. Maybe even you? Fighting off the flu (or whatever I have) is a drag and having to look like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man when I go outside does not do wonders for my soul either.
So it helps me that I have friends who are far more talented than I am who don't mind letting me view their work once in a while. Call it "food for thoughts or flights of fancy." This morning I found an email from Shelley who was kind enough to send this drawing of hers to me. I love Shelley's art; it reminds me of Picasso's simple line drawings that make big bold statements all in the ease of half a dozen strokes, like this one, Acrobat. After spending some time staring at Shelley's drawing, what suddenly came to me, was what fun would be to have it framed and on my wall so I could look at it this side of this computer. Then, reflecting, I thought how I shouldn't be greedy and keep it to myself, I should invite other Seasonal affective disorder sufferers over. But why invite them to this drab room? What if I could be a really skeezy but fun room for all my friends? (what fun would that be, eh?) I want to be the kind of room you could always get a cup of tea and a good book and no one ever knocks on the door. While I was decorating my walls I thought of ol' Gustav Klimt. For those who are not familiar with Klimt's drawing Fishblood, I suggest you get a look-see. That would be another nice drawing to put next to Shelley's.
I am not so much a room. Permission
to be any room requires so much.
I am more a sub-let with one open
window (stuck) and a door painted "spinach
green" (you call it "puke"). I'm not a fashion
statement; no one will walk about and touch
things to remember. But lonely women
and men do find these walls with their old Dutch
grommets and Klimt's Fishblood soothing. The key
is for you to come and go. Fridge is stocked;
teas on the shelf. Wander about bereft
of clothes and passions. No one comes here. See
to your needs. I know they're few. We are shocked
we do so much with what little is left.