August 24, 2012

Old flames

I woke up after having a dream about someone. I won't name names. There was also another person in my dream. They were together. I was much wittier than she was.

Seemingly unrelated, I was trying to find my way back to abstraction this morning, you know, like just to see if the chemistry was still there. The sex was a lot more work than I remember it being and I forgot how awkward it could be. I left the room saying I was going to get us some coffee.


Carla said...

I really like these. The figuration is taunting the abstraction in interesting ways.

They're fighting for you.

MaryAddison Hackett said...


Then why do I dislike them so much? I had meaningful frames of references for them both, and yet, pushing paint around in a supposedly liberated manner- oh joy, look at me- I'm paint, irritates me- particularly in the bottom one.
It also felt like wearing a moth-eaten bathrobe.
I could go on with the metaphors. Something is failing me here and I can't put my finger on it. I don't care for their frivolous attitude.

They mock me.

You might be onto something with the figuration taunting bit.

Carla said...

I see them as a new thing, amalgamated from previous tendencies, but all new.

Carla said...

They don't seem frivolous to me. Joyful, yes.

MaryAddison Hackett said...

"Joyful, yes."
Maybe that's it. I was faking it and I feel like a cad.

MaryAddison Hackett said...

I don't know why I'm in such a sour mood about these.

MaryAddison Hackett said...

^ perhaps I do.