Posted by Ctrl Alt n Del on March 6, 2002, at 8:57:02
the funniest moments are usually not funny when told to others....Location - Rural seaside art gallery only 2 people in gallery , me and c. Displaying not exactly painting by numbers , but damn close (not that I say that's not art folks in its own theraputic way.)
We viewed in complete silence the windswept landscapes the snow laiden gates , pathways leading the eye to a welcoming light , how nice , lovely . Oh and I musn't forget the spectacular storm and lighthouse the friendly faithful dogs , frisky cats and horses , all of them anatomically-freaky but drawn with the intention of precision.
Then the DUCK!.....
A small well framed little gem amongst other feathered fowl delights . The well-centred canvas-filled DUCK.
I turned to c and just said...... bland.Was it the timing , the tone , the lack of expression on my face , the word bland in a vacuum of silence ?
C used to salivate excessively when she laughed nothing could stop that torrent of laughter We laughed the too much it's mad now laugh , beyond - where the laugh no longer is a reaction to a humorous moment but an instoppable force . Laughing at laughing . Our faces hurt , no noise came from our mouths we shook like freezing monkeys on acid . We couldn't move to get out of that hellish place we needed air. It was frightening , no longer a pleasing sanctury out from the rain but there were so many obstacles so many dull talentless art just shouting BLAND.
We were dying in such pain almost horizontal with laughter.The owner we think got scared , I mean 2 people in the shop ! He hid in the shadows of his framing den and obviously thought that we were mental or too ignorant to appreciate the finer persuits of aged old wise dears painting on a sunday , framing on a monday .
Mentally ill we literally were....but c's illness went too far for me to reach.... my last good memory of c.
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