... just this once, I want to.
I had this dream last night that I visited a township in South Africa. It was a shanty-town and there were many homes side-by-side. Somehow I ended up in the studio of an artist I have admired for a long while. The studio was all disorganized and casual. I was really impressed - seeing the artworks that had been displayed in Roq La Rue gallery only weeks before, now hung and stacked on the walls of a shack!
The best thing was the painter said I could have any one. I picked one and bought one and all the time in the dream I was thinking "can this really be happening?" Is this for-real?
The artist had milky-blind eyes.
Actually, the paintings were awful - strange smudges like bird-squirt under a rookery, charcoal blurs where a child might have rubbed a dirty hand, geometric lines in exactly that pale blue from old paintings and contemporary fabrics.
So, I think my subconscious is saying "if a blind man in poverty can paint (badly), so can a mother have a life of the mind."
We just have to lower our standards.
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