I was always a bit of a clothes horse. Looking good means a lot to me. Now I no longer have the chance to dress up as I did when I was young I still like to express my fashion sense when the opportunity arises. I’m not hitting the club anymore, dating or even hanging out with my girls because #1 I’m older and #2 my job is not conducive to socializing. As a museum guard I wear a non-descript ugly blue uniform that fits poorly and has me looking like a poor man’s Charlie Chaplin. Basically the uniforms are to make us visable to the public when they need assistance and the rest of the time fade into the background. Most visitors to the museum have no idea that most of the guards are visual artists, painters, sculptors, film-makers, musicians and photographers. Why are we museum guards because we can’t make a living with with our dreams and passions, we need to pay our bills and we need health and dental insurance. Therefore when I get off work and change into my street clothes I go from being a nobody back to me, a human being. Many of my guard co-workers express ourselves through our clothing, tattoos, piercings projecting an artistic vibe. Then we are on display as the creative human beings we really are. Hopefully during my vacation in May some of my museum guard buddies will allow me to share their sartorial expressions. Will let you know if that happens.
Don’t Mess with the Lioness!! Africa meets India.
Majical Mystical Poetry Goddess
My Lumpy phase. As you can see I was growing out of the dress.
As a photographer I wanted to honor this photographer and artist who passed away. His specialty portraits, mine Urban or Street photography. He also speaks about the influence of fashion in his artworks.
Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the face. —Mike Tyson
Vanished from Nowhere
Sometimes when things Fall Apart people need to separate or be by themselves for a time. Sadly too many judge why a person stopped writing or whatever they were doing before. Since we never really know what’s going on in another persons life we need to support them in their decision. Burnout. Re-calibrate. Who knows how long the sabbatical need be?
Broken or Breaking Free??!!
Time to eliminate the unwanted commentary on Lives. People are too negative and just assume that they know what is right for somebody else without considering their situation. They settle into the Ass part of ASSume very well.
Steer into the Skid!!!
Isn’t the Truth so Extraordinarily Beautiful?? And I wear it so well!!
Don’t you see me bejeweled and beGemed. With Tiara, necklaces, rings, earrings and bracelets all jangling announcing my Royal Entrance??
Snapped but No Chat
Struggle is real.
Electric Shock Please??! Spin like a Rotisserie Chicken!!??
Mental and emotional pain is like being inflicted with mold or virus with every extending tentacles. It gets all tangled up within your DNA, your mind, your soul, your thoughts and it cannot be dispelled no matter what you do. It may go away for a while but like a reoccurring nightmare it returns usually with a vengeance. It becomes your destiny. Like that stalker that the police cannot apprehend.
Write Pain. Write Agony. Write Loss. As extensions of Oneself. My Consorts always waiting on me hand and foot. Swear like a Sail-lore in a Discount Junk store searching for merchandise buried under eons of Mummy dust.
Let’s stop trying to make everyone into Super Heroes. God is well able to speak to me or anyone else regarding the next steps in their lives.
So much judgement in the world and little or No understanding. Why are people such hypocrites? Let’s just shoot out the street lamps with bb guns and pour libation on dancing corpses loitering in the avenues.
Beware the Ides of March for it’s next victim may be you!! Your Brutus is just around the corner waiting. Waiting for your next steps. Don’t think that you can escape because you won’t. Life can take you in directions that you had no plans for.
One may fall asleep under the shade tree outbursts of vipers and snakes slithering through bushes and under the vegetation. Ribald. Psychological bullshit.
Let the talking donkey bring the professors salvation. Asses on two legs arrayed in bright robes. Dazzled by brilliance. Suckled on lies.
Fluidity of UnGuarded Moments
Keep in mind the Mole People. The homeless who live within the NYC subway system. They once were babies. They once had what we choose to call normal lives but now they must live underground hidden from the denizens of the day. Emerging only when necessity beckons. Not so much difference between you or the sewer people. The Rat Tribe is here to stay. Like a piece of unclaimed luggage going around in circles on the carousel.
Live your truth but don’t be critical of others truths for their are many truths within this multi-dimensional existence.