L'enfants du Paradis Drawing

Requires framing to be properly displayed. Lathed wood to hold attached to sharpened metal to scrape and abrade. Refracted sunlight flaring and glaring as the arm flags; backhand, forehand, backhand, forehand. Keesh, keesh, kish, keeshsh screeches blade against claypot bottom. A cake of mud as foot of vessel. Paused in air his reflection in blade shows the front of a backlit silhouette. A shadowy figure in leaf shaped shiv. Inside the shadow's mind is a valley. In the valley Juniper trees canopied over carpets of Hosta. Also in the valley houses plotted at walkable distances from one to the other. Inside the houses wood, metal, glass, wool, porcelain, canvas, stone and ceramic furnish otherwise empty spaces (except for the mirrors which are always twice as full as the emptiness). Interiors include a hive like cache of other internal spaces; fireplaces, closets, cupboards, drawers, urns, cedar chests and a dollhouse honeycombed with still smaller enclosures compressing spaces into rinky dinks almost impossibly unfit for explanation. In every room there is either a picture painted, drawn (the doll trying on the dress is a friend of the doll from college.. either Brown or Vassar but for dolls) or printed and a mirror on a wall or stand (in the bathroom it conceals a cabinet). Also in the bathroom is an embroidered broadside proclaiming “God grant me the wisdom to change the things I can and can all the other shit" also a holdover from when most news was consumed there) is an antique radio that still works (its from the 1933. This current narrative is from now: 1991. (Yep this yarn will roll out either backwards or forwards; you chose.). The radio has a glass dashboard behind decimalled numbers signifying stations (tho number nor decimal is the actual station itself) tuned to which you and I can find something to listen to. Panning the dashboard from right to left we hear whistles, pops, close up screeches, far off sirens, fragments of commercials for hot dogs and cold cream, snippets of talk radio (sped through to avoid the glut of public opinion and the acrimony of a crumbling empire) baseball announcers digressions about band leaders, band leaders counting off, bankers cashing in, hippies checking out, game show hosts coming on and a general confusion of ambient sounds produced by frequencies making glass blown tubes glow hot with braided filaments. Ah, here's something, some honey throated Englishman telling a story. He's already 11 chapters in (like six nights of shows) but perhaps the first part was just exposition. Anyway let's listen. "The Abercrombie lads had never motored through the moor in pea soup before. "Day and night compared to the last trip eh Bef?" "I should fink so my brova. Right thick: this here mist." The lads muttled through the unapologetic fog daunted by the time lost but fearless in the face of any and all (they're probably listening to the radio like us but to Swing era jazz or a football game between Liverpool and Witness) adventures. "Why'ja tell Mum we'd be home for tea mate? Are you bloomin mental? She'll ave our hides she will" admonishing Af (since childhood the brothers had referred to one another as Before and After) cradling the steering wheel with his thighs as he rolled a fag and hummed "La Marseillaise" Speaking of France somewhere across the English Channel a hideous crime was afoot which, unbeknownst to our fit young protagonists would involve them in the fight for their lives and a free trip to Brittany." Wait. Time out. Hold up. Hang on. The silhouette reflected in the scraping blade is no longer thinking about the valley as a topography dotted with houses. It is now thinking about the valley as a folded crispy tortilla with goat meat, iceberg lettuce, monterrey Jack cheese and ghost peppers. The valley has become his lunch and it has his undivided attention. Keesh, keesh, kish, keesh is replaced by crunches and moans indicating how tasty tacos are when you're gardening.

Drawing:Graphite on Paper

Original:One-of-a-kind Artwork

Size:4.8 W x 4 H x 0.1 D in

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