Thursday, March 29, 2012

THE PLACE OF THE CURE OF THE SOUL

Sailing through centuries-long rivers of evolutionary bloodfire for a brief terminal stop on the North African shore of perfect female possibility. Lineage and heritage swimming through tributaries of attraction and sweating brown flesh distraction to coalesce in five foot three of giant playstorm, sandswarms, eternal beauty inviolate, time will never erase or violate or annihilate the sharp-focus careful-brushstroke image etched onto the grateful retina of eternity. A circus of unknown unexperienced animals, tortoises and crocodiles and cobras, African heritage natural icons and anthems to freedom subconsciously absorbed and reproduced free of right-now American behavioral strictures. Flooding season in the artistic heart of Rogers Park, schoolwork screams dying down to relieved thankful sighs, the red earth scholastic desert trekked through, cool studied words of poetic poignant poise of bittersweet teardrinker reminisces. Electronic communication crackles through the cinnamon-tainted painter’s air, second takes on half-baked half-concealed cookies and cupcakes, parallel playnight, childhood analogies, progress into regression personal artistic obsession and character-laws lesson, clothed in black with Jackson Pollock Rorschach paintgunsprays, sartorial nightmare feverdreambubbles, dreams lighter than all air, black hair, artgirl lair, emotional shellslayer, fervent orchid prayer to a gathering of all the luck of the world in one place, it’s the music I put on when I need nothing to listen to, noiseless sonics leaving their environment utterly undisturbed. Bemused semi-fascinated grin, bubbletrouble sketchily etched onto a sketchbook fetched through self-conscious arthide, lost art, found art, round-the-heart-wound art, sound wound round the artheart, artforming, brainstorming all the colors under the brainrainbow, brainbow to nobody, standing on the brow or bow of a ship made of papyrus and Egyptian sweat and inspiration, perspiration pays, psychedreams, Jung Turx, outdated mental tick the boxes for a readymade pathology cure-path. The boat borne on the meaty swift bloodbeat under the transparent inchoate skin and opposite sexswarm. Enigmatic dark retinal coalburn quietfire lifefury, blacksparkle oh-no-go-show toenails, orangesock lookyseefail, freefall, nightwall, stopfan, tiny words floating above bubbles impatient to be free of the page, purple fingernails atop hieroglyph digits inscribing internal-stormstate-describing cryptic runes of styleburn calligraphy, calligraffiti, call it graffiti, American Egyptian Guyanan colorloops, flamelick honeysun skin with brown vertiginous nipples, alien breast scene, Nile rivers and valleys of infinite valuable depth and fertile beauty and purity, allcolors from paintbrushes rushing down over young heartonsleeve body to rainbow-streak the prickling flesh, stark sharp juxtaposition of wet pink lily of sex and brown molded bodyfire, shocking contrast, Valley of the Queens, Isis portrait, Ra shining smiling down on one of the Seven Wonders of the World, treasure of the pharaohs, the sun finally setting on the oblique pyramids of Rogers Park dreams and then down the wooden hill for an unexplored hurricane of tomorrows. 10pm-12.12pm, 12/8-9/2011.

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