a beautiful revolution: blog: Painting 8: Tell me something

*thud*

Posted by: imogen | May 10, 2007 at 09:40 PM

*dabs Imogen's beautiful head with water from the stream, tries with all his might not to look down her top*

Posted by: andre | May 10, 2007 at 09:46 PM

Bikinis. You also care about those.

Posted by: Jack | May 10, 2007 at 09:53 PM

*tries really hard not to think about bikinis*

*or bosoms*

Posted by: andre | May 10, 2007 at 09:59 PM

Yes, your mind is extraordinary.

Oh dear. I have no sarcastic comment.

Posted by: An Unreliable Witness | May 10, 2007 at 10:24 PM

really?

*wanders off, slightly worried about friend*

Posted by: andre | May 10, 2007 at 10:27 PM

Nope.

Don't worry, I'll think of one eventually. But for the moment that picture is too wonderful.

Bastard.

Posted by: An Unreliable Witness | May 10, 2007 at 10:29 PM

Unreliable: Are you not even gonna say it's about you?

This painting is 20inches by 16inches

Posted by: andre | May 10, 2007 at 10:39 PM

It might be about me. But, you know, I am unfailingly modest. (Shut it.)

And I do not care for your inches. Stop showing off. And no, my eyes aren't watering. I have merely been chopping up an onion.

Posted by: An Unreliable Witness | May 10, 2007 at 10:49 PM

on viewing this, i was caught in a moment.

the words, the pictures, the feeling. very much an inordinately indescribable but searingly beautiful moment.

thank you.

Posted by: Miles Away | May 10, 2007 at 10:49 PM

You amaze me. You make the most simple words so painful and beautiful.

Posted by: Jocelyn | May 11, 2007 at 12:53 AM

well I'm glad to hear it

guess what? I'm actually talking about your post ! yes!

oh where is annie.........

Posted by: Peach | May 11, 2007 at 01:29 AM

Beautiful, amazing....

Posted by: ash | May 11, 2007 at 01:32 AM

It reads like some kind of vow to me.
It's almost like a prayer.

The words are presented in an aptly delicate way also.

Posted by: twit | May 11, 2007 at 01:34 AM

mellifluous

Posted by: laurel | May 11, 2007 at 01:50 AM

lost of words.

so simple yet so meaningful.

Posted by: wawa | May 11, 2007 at 01:53 AM

even if they may be lies?

Posted by: kermit | May 11, 2007 at 05:34 AM

i mean, i know that being us we have to make fun of ourselves, but really, i should have just said.

sign.

[thud is a bit connoted.]

Posted by: imogen | May 11, 2007 at 06:29 AM

Beautiful. Thank you.

Posted by: Cecile Weekly | May 11, 2007 at 08:19 AM

oh you say that now, but will you still feel like that 10 years from now when i have borne you 3 children, gained 5 stone, you're doing a crap job just to make ends meet but we still have no spare money and rarely have sex?

Posted by: flunt | May 11, 2007 at 08:25 AM

I'm having trouble coming up with a sarcastic comment, too.

Bugger.

Posted by: Cheerful One | May 11, 2007 at 09:26 AM

You are all too kind.

Kermit: I do not lie.

Cheerful One: I am sure you will think of something.

Posted by: andre | May 11, 2007 at 09:49 AM

*swoon*

Posted by: Angelalala | May 11, 2007 at 10:35 AM

way cool. i must go get some crayons and scribble down my ideas for a new world order.

Posted by: maxxo | May 11, 2007 at 11:56 AM

you said you liked my car

b'stard!

Posted by: annie | May 11, 2007 at 12:01 PM

I love your car.

I want one!

though I'd quite like a vespa.

Posted by: andre | May 11, 2007 at 12:12 PM

i think you'd look good on
one of those old fashioned black bicycles
like wot they got in India

Posted by: annie | May 11, 2007 at 12:31 PM

Oh I am not sure - I would worry my leathers would look at bit too flash on a bicycle.

Posted by: andre | May 11, 2007 at 12:35 PM

I didn't mean you, I meant the other person! "I (i.e. you) will not fall in love with anything but the words that flutter from your (i.e. NOT your) extraordinary mind"

Posted by: kermit | May 11, 2007 at 01:18 PM

oh yes, good point. Well if they lie - it will be their loss, not mine.

Posted by: andre | May 11, 2007 at 01:20 PM

And I can normally spot a fake from 400 yards.

Posted by: andre | May 11, 2007 at 01:22 PM

WONDERFUL NEWS!

I have thought of a sarcastic comment!

...

Oh bugger. It's gone again.

Posted by: An Unreliable Witness | May 11, 2007 at 01:52 PM

I LOVE THIS!!! Mostly because this piece is exactly what I needed to say a few days back to a man that did not get that I couldn't care less about his car, friends or other possessions. You have said it perfectly.

Posted by: krissypoetry | May 11, 2007 at 02:41 PM

yes. but. my bones and skin are part of who I am too. and so are the places I've been. and sometimes the words don't flutter, they tumble and fall, often flat. still, they're as close as I can get to expressing what's inside the bones and skin.

Posted by: fionat | May 11, 2007 at 03:38 PM

its about Mr Unreliable esquire again!

Posted by: annie | May 11, 2007 at 06:22 PM

BUT I HAVE A CITROEN SAXO.
HOW CAN YOU NOT CARE?

Posted by: lucy BLOGZIRA | May 11, 2007 at 06:45 PM

Bottoms?

Posted by: Ariel | May 12, 2007 at 12:02 AM

Damn, Andre. It's no wonder women send you pictures of their bosoms.

Is it warm in here?

*fanning myself*

Posted by: la fille | May 12, 2007 at 01:36 AM

Wonderful. Just wonderful.

Posted by: Hayden | May 12, 2007 at 02:45 AM

why do you come here, when you know it makes it hard for me when you know...

Posted by: Peach | May 12, 2007 at 03:03 AM

people say things they never do.

Posted by: ramsa | May 12, 2007 at 04:05 AM

Not the feelings that flow from her warm, ever beating heart?

Posted by: Jodi | May 12, 2007 at 04:36 AM

this has a song-type thing to it. yes, yes, i know it's a painting, but i could sing it. beauty.

Posted by: {illyria} | May 12, 2007 at 05:10 AM

are you going to pain the eskimo woe series as well? i think it would make a nice addition to any boudoir, no?

Posted by: kermit | May 12, 2007 at 06:53 AM

You are such a catch (i think) sexy shirt- oh btw are those real floorboads?

Posted by: Latina | May 12, 2007 at 03:03 PM

Fantastic site design. Thanks for the clarity and honesty.

Posted by: Hrishi | May 12, 2007 at 03:24 PM

I hope this painting is about someone specific. But have you told them?

Posted by: overnighteditor | May 12, 2007 at 05:14 PM

OE - He has, yes. Naturally I swooned.

Posted by: An Unreliable Witness | May 12, 2007 at 06:36 PM

I could cry one instant and laugh the next. I listen to the wind, walk in the rain, create snowmen. I was strong like a warrior, shy like a mouse and and sly as fox. I was a protectorate of plants, an embassador to animals, an empress, and the world my kingdom.

People said you are inconsistent like a child. They said you must grow up. You must have ambition and expectations.

I asked what are they?

And with much exasperation they answered wealth, eviable association with powerful people, status, beauty.

And then they said the worse thing: "Without those you are no one".

And i was gone.

http://blueseaurchin.blogspot.com/

Posted by: Sea Urchin | May 12, 2007 at 07:35 PM

If you are a 14 year old girl:

This is a fantastic piece of art, very personal, very deep.

If you are not a 14 year old girl:

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

Posted by: aj rollo | May 12, 2007 at 10:49 PM