Thank you Buckwheat Blues and nice to meet you! I just caught one of your pieces, curious to read more. Yes, this woman - what to say, she has sisters in any corner of the world. There is a story, underneath that furrowed, desperate brow.
I remember a Japanese lady in Times Square on one my countless visa-renewal trips back in NYC that was standing on a cardboard box, ranting from the corner of Broadway and 42nd, just as painted, just as mysterious. I rememberwatching her a good ten minutes, zero idea what she was saying in Japanese, imagining her child had died, or something as tragic and pointless as that.
So vivid! I feel I have seen this same woman, tiptoed around the same scene. It must be universal- some kind of archetype that occupies every town, every apartment complex.
yes! and you know, there is another lady painted the same way that walks up and down the Main Street (Kostava) not far from us, typically with a droopy bouquet of flowers in her arms.
Oy! Sorry about the cats,, that's unpleasant. But there are so many lost souls around us, aren't there? Life is hard, and we should be happy if we can keep it together. Come to think of it, no matter where we live, we always have a crazy neighbor, someone who makes for an unbelievable story but whose life is probably sad.
EXACTLY. But honestly, if she fed the cats away from the building life would be much much better. It's just an impossible conversation. But yes - every building and neighborhood has that person.
I love this.
I thought to write this one many times, somehow this was the week. glad it went over well!
Haunting descriptions, I saw her washing up on the shore and getting up as I read. Made me think of Miyazaki grandmas in a horror, Kafka-esque light.
Poignant about not being able to imagine the person underneath the garish paint and what happened to a life.
Thank you Buckwheat Blues and nice to meet you! I just caught one of your pieces, curious to read more. Yes, this woman - what to say, she has sisters in any corner of the world. There is a story, underneath that furrowed, desperate brow.
I remember a Japanese lady in Times Square on one my countless visa-renewal trips back in NYC that was standing on a cardboard box, ranting from the corner of Broadway and 42nd, just as painted, just as mysterious. I rememberwatching her a good ten minutes, zero idea what she was saying in Japanese, imagining her child had died, or something as tragic and pointless as that.
Some things we will never know.
So vivid! I feel I have seen this same woman, tiptoed around the same scene. It must be universal- some kind of archetype that occupies every town, every apartment complex.
yes! and you know, there is another lady painted the same way that walks up and down the Main Street (Kostava) not far from us, typically with a droopy bouquet of flowers in her arms.
https://youtu.be/O1ikxsg69XM?si=s3HoVMGMgwl4eP1h
not a cat on a hot tin roof, and not the stones unfortunately.....
Oy! Sorry about the cats,, that's unpleasant. But there are so many lost souls around us, aren't there? Life is hard, and we should be happy if we can keep it together. Come to think of it, no matter where we live, we always have a crazy neighbor, someone who makes for an unbelievable story but whose life is probably sad.
EXACTLY. But honestly, if she fed the cats away from the building life would be much much better. It's just an impossible conversation. But yes - every building and neighborhood has that person.
We need a photo of those cats! ;)