an unknown beginning
|4,5,1. oil on canvas, 30"x36"|
hmmm, the deaf-mute painter, lay on the floor, in the sun patch, on the tetrahedron geometrified marble inlay of his kitchen tiles. soft breath, half-closed eyes, snow falling off cedars.
this is how earnest hemingway described hmmm:
a simple man in a complex position, he possessed a necklace of pizza crust, a necktie of hand-made pasta, a noose of cookie dough - tasty on the tongue, like the original sin, irresistibly dangerous, like an iconoclastic jazz pianist.
this is how emily bronte described hmmm:
a man whose self-effacing quality caused him to eat with the rats of the inner city, to blow with the ashes of a neglected campfire, to hold upright a renegade nail from a horse hoof waiting to pierce the puffed, pink flesh of an easy, breezy covergirl.