Because it’s lighter than air and floats up, it seems like it might just sort of get away, doesn’t it. And so I tie it with string so that it won’t get away. If I twist it on the chains of the swing and then let go, as the chain unravels the whole world will go round and round. At that point I imagine a red poppy swaying in the gentle breeze. And then the red poppy and the centers of my eyes begin to oscillate together. When you find a flower, wherever you are, please stroke it gently, okay.
Even dead people, if they had the prospect of coming back, they wouldn’t be too picky about the time and place. Me, I was pretty much just bone all over, to boot. They say mutations can happen on a whim, completely regardless of which animals had had which experiences. And then I swam like a duck, convinced that hey, I can swim. People’s skeletons ain’t that different from those of their ancestors. If all ya eat is vegetables you won’t get enougha those bone-building ingredients.
1997│Acrylic, canvas│147.5×91×5.2cm(Vertical pair)