There
are those days I could get lost in
a
painting by Monet, you know the kind
with
arched bridges over water where
the
lily pads shine in the sun. Then there
are
the days when I see myself mirrored
in
the stoic face of Rembrandt staring back
at
me from the blackness of eternity. I
sometimes
see myself as the deformed
cubist
creatures Picasso was inspired to
paint.
My life is lived in the halls of
museums
some days. There are times
I
get turned around, twisted like a pretzel
in
a manic maze of splashes and reticular
lines
of disturbing confusion. I could get
lost
for days lead frantically by the hand of
Pollack,
fearful I might never in a thousand
years
find my way home again. Then, there
are those days I think, screw it, I could use
a swift kick or a stiff drink!
are those days I think, screw it, I could use
a swift kick or a stiff drink!
Chris
Hanch 6-13-18
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