This beautiful painting
by Anna Mazzotta entitled “8:59”
of a woman in a relaxed pose
on a vibrantly adorned bedspread
engaged in a book -- is me growing
up. Except I had a journal
by my side in addition to a novel.
My friends were nonjudgmental
literary characters: Alice, Anne
Lestat and my favourites of all
Vladimir & Estragon. My yo-yo
selection of idiosyncratic characters
rivals my playlist. I can go from
in a heartbeat. Which makes it comical
that I’ve only been to 4 dance clubs
my entire life. And regret nothing.
Our lives rely on our intimate boudoir
moments to be able to breathe. One can
inhale all the elements of magic from
In the presence of artistic impressions
I’m riddled with pure mirth, at the prospect
of a year long study based on this body of work.
I once said to Anna:
“you bleed oil paints and charcoal
and I bleed ink and letters."
Imaginariums are wonderful, they allow
our senses to heighten and appreciation
the result of MASSIVE passion.
And by the way, before I forget, the dog
on my bed that I was ever never able to have
would’ve been called Archimedes - the wise owl
from The Sword In The Stone.
Inspired by Anna Mazzotta, 8:59