I own a paint-shop. Just suppose.
There are shelves and drawers full of paint. Thousands of colours and infinite possibilities. Plastic cans, glass jars, metal tubes, big, small, medium, large, short, round, square, oblong, poster’, oil’, crayons, pencils, cakes, fabric, enamel, powder, liquid, ready-to-use, concentrate.
Psychedelic chaos gestating in wooden wombs.
Then, there are accessories – brushes, pencils, erasers, palettes, thinners, aprons, easels, varnish, sand-paper, rollers, tracing sheets.
And then, there are open playgrounds, canvasses, chart papers, handmade sheets, colouring books, drawing pads, t-shirts, faces, walls, floors, furniture, cars, bags, pets, what you may.
I’m wondering if one night, when the shop is shut, all the paint will fly out of the containers creating their own orbits, writing a new story, painting a new picture.
And when I pack paints and knick-knacks for a customer I can’t help wondering which surface is going to get a facelift, a skin transplant, a re-birth.
Just suppose.
Psychedelic chaos gestating in wooden wombs.
Then, there are accessories – brushes, pencils, erasers, palettes, thinners, aprons, easels, varnish, sand-paper, rollers, tracing sheets.
And then, there are open playgrounds, canvasses, chart papers, handmade sheets, colouring books, drawing pads, t-shirts, faces, walls, floors, furniture, cars, bags, pets, what you may.
I’m wondering if one night, when the shop is shut, all the paint will fly out of the containers creating their own orbits, writing a new story, painting a new picture.
And when I pack paints and knick-knacks for a customer I can’t help wondering which surface is going to get a facelift, a skin transplant, a re-birth.
Just suppose.
8 comments:
i live in a place where any sound means some thing is about to happen,i wake up from it thinking what the fuck does that sound mean? usuallly nothing at all.
but i have just supposed and the gestation in wodden wombs sounds warm,and the galaxy of paints flying around- makes me think of the regression of this pathetic human race.
its sounds good and i think i feel your reality.(just suppose)
why dont you start a paint shop-state of the art-maybe your "calling" yourself-no wit intended-(just suppose)-and i am very strange-supposed.
i will not disclose myself but i think i already have since my nature is glass.
i live in a place where any sound means some thing is about to happen,i wake up from it thinking what the fuck does that sound mean? usuallly nothing at all.
but i have just supposed and the gestation in wodden wombs sounds warm,and the galaxy of paints flying around- makes me think of the regression of this pathetic human race.
its sounds good and i think i feel your reality.(just suppose)
why dont you start a paint shop-state of the art-maybe your "calling" yourself-no wit intended-(just suppose)-and i am very strange-supposed.
i will not disclose myself but i think i already have since my nature is glass.
and it is like glass that holds and traps sound...moulds it, reflects it, changes frequency of tone.... or is that light? supposing your advice and supposing art..........its human and it does contain the first three alphabets common to you as well...hum........ or am i humming back to sound again.... Hmmmm.... as i said Psychedelic Chaos.....
Thanks for droppin in Anon........ appreciate your philsophyof human race.... hadnt thought of it that way.....
what i meant by glass was its transperency,and i wasnt quite sure if anonymous fun works.
Ah! my friend, but youre the one who makes your glass opaque.....
doesnt work?? then be purely transparent....
wow! wish u had given me this beautiful piece when v wer @ ogilvy! mera boss khush ho jaata.... v cud hav used this fr asian paints!!!! :)
hehehe.....arre yar! i know and they would've made me translate it into Punjabi too!!!! aur mast rangeen?
Lolz...u bet they would have asked u to!!! aur kya chal raha hai? no orkutting even? ya hume scrap nahii karti?
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