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?
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"
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.
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.
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".
*thud*
Posted by: imogen | May 10, 2007 at 03:40 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 03:46 PM
Bikinis. You also care about those.
Posted by: Jack | May 10, 2007 at 03:53 PM
*tries really hard not to think about bikinis*
*or bosoms*
Posted by: andre | May 10, 2007 at 03:59 PM
Yes, your mind is extraordinary.
Oh dear. I have no sarcastic comment.
Posted by: An Unreliable Witness | May 10, 2007 at 04:24 PM
really?
*wanders off, slightly worried about friend*
Posted by: andre | May 10, 2007 at 04:27 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 04:29 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 04:39 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 04:49 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 04:49 PM
You amaze me. You make the most simple words so painful and beautiful.
Posted by: Jocelyn | May 10, 2007 at 06:53 PM
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 10, 2007 at 07:29 PM
Beautiful, amazing....
Posted by: ash | May 10, 2007 at 07:32 PM
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 10, 2007 at 07:34 PM
mellifluous
Posted by: laurel | May 10, 2007 at 07:50 PM
lost of words.
so simple yet so meaningful.
Posted by: wawa | May 10, 2007 at 07:53 PM
even if they may be lies?
Posted by: kermit | May 10, 2007 at 11:34 PM
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 12:29 AM
Beautiful. Thank you.
Posted by: Cecile Weekly | May 11, 2007 at 02:19 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 02:25 AM
I'm having trouble coming up with a sarcastic comment, too.
Bugger.
Posted by: Cheerful One | May 11, 2007 at 03:26 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 03:49 AM
*swoon*
Posted by: Angelalala | May 11, 2007 at 04:35 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 05:56 AM
you said you liked my car
b'stard!
Posted by: annie | May 11, 2007 at 06:01 AM
I love your car.
I want one!
though I'd quite like a vespa.
Posted by: andre | May 11, 2007 at 06:12 AM
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 06:31 AM
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 06:35 AM
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 07:18 AM
oh yes, good point. Well if they lie - it will be their loss, not mine.
Posted by: andre | May 11, 2007 at 07:20 AM
And I can normally spot a fake from 400 yards.
Posted by: andre | May 11, 2007 at 07:22 AM
WONDERFUL NEWS!
I have thought of a sarcastic comment!
...
...
Oh bugger. It's gone again.
Posted by: An Unreliable Witness | May 11, 2007 at 07:52 AM
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 08:41 AM
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 09:38 AM
its about Mr Unreliable esquire again!
Posted by: annie | May 11, 2007 at 12:22 PM
BUT I HAVE A CITROEN SAXO.
HOW CAN YOU NOT CARE?
Posted by: lucy BLOGZIRA | May 11, 2007 at 12:45 PM
Bottoms?
Posted by: Ariel | May 11, 2007 at 06:02 PM
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 11, 2007 at 07:36 PM
Wonderful. Just wonderful.
Posted by: Hayden | May 11, 2007 at 08:45 PM
why do you come here, when you know it makes it hard for me when you know...
Posted by: Peach | May 11, 2007 at 09:03 PM
people say things they never do.
Posted by: ramsa | May 11, 2007 at 10:05 PM
Not the feelings that flow from her warm, ever beating heart?
Posted by: Jodi | May 11, 2007 at 10:36 PM
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 11, 2007 at 11:10 PM
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 12:53 AM
You are such a catch (i think) sexy shirt- oh btw are those real floorboads?
Posted by: Latina | May 12, 2007 at 09:03 AM
Fantastic site design. Thanks for the clarity and honesty.
Posted by: Hrishi | May 12, 2007 at 09:24 AM
I hope this painting is about someone specific. But have you told them?
Posted by: overnighteditor | May 12, 2007 at 11:14 AM
OE - He has, yes. Naturally I swooned.
Posted by: An Unreliable Witness | May 12, 2007 at 12:36 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 01:35 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 04:49 PM