Thursday, September 4, 2008


16 x 20
acrylic collage
on paper

As I stood behind him in the checkout line, I noticed he was purchasing two bras. I thought maybe he was buying them for his girlfriend. Upon closer observation, I could tell he wasn't all together there. He smiled at me with a toothless grin.
Given my past experiences I've adapted a certain smile that keeps the nuts at bay. It's still pleasant, just not as encouraging.
For some reason they always single me out. Maybe they see me as a kindred soul. Hey she's a nut too! Yet, I always seem to walk away with a good story.
When he whizzed by me in the parking lot on his big red bicycle, I saw 2 bra straps through his t-shirt. Then it all made sense.
Perhaps, this gave him an extra sense of support. In a world that can be so cruel to those that are seemingly so different. It may make him feel more secure.
I know we all need to feel supported at times and who am I to question.
just another nut.


corinnea said...

First of all, the art... gorgeous again. I hope you don't tire of hearing that....
The story, sad and funny and... sad.

Anonymous said...

Weirdo magnet eh? Lurking Lisa still in Germany. sigh.

Distressing Delilah said...

Beautiful painting! And the strange man...hmmmm...a fetish perhaps!