Today right off the bat, as I opened the dashboard on my tumblr account, smack! this image hits me right between the eyes. Seriously! Like pow right in the kisser and then some!
Really engaging you know. . .understated. ..movie star glamour, movie star glamour ..and beautiful and minimalist yet oddly sort of disturbingly like a few of the works from my own portfolio. ..online portfolio, also mind you. ..except you know minimalist!
Minimalist and kickass!
(which if I had a lick of sense I would learn to do myself instead of so many feathers and flourishes all the time. ..alas poor Yorick I knew he used too much mascara.)
But back to my initial rant. About the work that wasn’t mine. . .
I know! Yipes, right? My ideas are still mine and nobody else can borrow.
Just look adoringly and you know longingly. . .with much respect and appreciation for the genius that isn’t me.
me thinking I had been so original with that star man stuff. . .first using a small school of fish to represent he form of an intangible man, young girl embracing it as if. ..well you know, aria and chrysanthemums everywhere. ..
So of course the minimalist version of either of those would just be this:
A piece that is called ironically enough, “Catwalk for the Gutter.”
So anyway, sadness sets in when I see this Tumblr collage image that depicts, sigh, a bombshell from the fifties (silky locks, slinky evening gown.) .locked in an embrace with a silhouette of stars, I think to myself:
Hey! Wait a minute! I save stars! I mean books and books of stars in my life here!
Nebulas, and galaxies and Chevy Novas!
And damn, I wanted that woman embracing a silouhette of star-like stuff to just be mine.
But then I remembered something. . .kind of in the back of my head. . .
Sledgehammer video. Peter Gabriel. Circa something the eighties. . .
Guy made of stars. . .remember that, sort of this big hulking dude all made of stars.
at any rate, whatever you do, do not let yourself be tempted to google images using these keywords “Sledgehammer star man.” All you get is a screen full of porn!
And then you know there’s Moby. As in the opposite of minimalist concrete art. ..and this song, which is pretty great too. So I guess, it wasn’t my idea anyway. . . not anybody’s really. Just part of the fabric of you and me all woven together like a sweater. . .made of yeah, you guessed it: