Finally rain. Wind whiling leaves and my polka-dot dress, hats flying all over the street. Blessed. happy hair extending out into supreme happy fizziness to express joy for the summer tempest. Night has replaced day and freshness ,the melting evaporating live-concrete.
The museum is like a little hub, the in between world, a sterile home, a hotel or an airport, where everyone feels at home and not at the same time, and it is precisely this statute of uncertainty, and distance form life, that allows a comfortable place to retrospect, distance and observe, the rush hour that immerses you everywhere else.
So. Whilst enjoying the removal from home and attention to detail and family, I can finally stop and recall last night.
I walked across the hot concrete stone tourist saturated city of sounds and colours and palm trees and ferries and disappeared into a door , between day and night, into the twilight literally. This time it was easy. Like Harry Potter I just ran for the invisible door, in-between people chewing pizza triangles and fake sunglass salesmen. It could have been just a splat. But no, what you could have heard in my head where the sounds of the snake charmer's flute, and I enchanted, found myself blinking at the dark and neon.
"Your late." Said a very tall and deadly serious, praying mantis wearing just a bra, a thong and enormously tall platform shoes.
Gulp.
I'm five minutes late. I replied worried that time had elapsed unnoticed.
"Late never the less"... The mantis flickered its legs and wings.
The next movement in the dark was produced by the movement of a black diamond, zooming itself at me, in its proximity turning into micro knickers, worn by the tribal queen.
and than all was well. Tribal queen calculated mantise might be hungry or something and lead me to the opposite side of the room, to a divan, made me the welcoming hot beverage and night started .
Can you recognise the place? I have described it to you before. And you may have visited it in your fantasies or trough the movies. But here we are. Neon lights a flickering. New names. Do I have a name? Star? instead of Sun? We are drinking coffee, all is quite normal really , other than the fact all the ladies are wearing underwear, only. Everyone is wearing sexy underwear, accentuating the animal within, and skyscraper shoes . The tribal queen notices I am not in dress code. She brings me her fabulous black lacquered shoes strewn with diamonds and I too turn into a skyscraper girl. yay. Not feeling any inhibitions this time. Too much clothes in this place makes one look and feel un-godly and flat shoes are just plain sacrilegious. I have come to paint and I will feel fabulous doing it .
when they sat and sprawled and where slow , the painting was slow, and tough, when the vine opened, the painting became easier, when champagne was popped, the painting poured and jumped off the page, I could not change the pages fast enough before the brush would finish the next. There was a "guest" at our table. He bough me a bottle of champagne. You are learning. Said proudly the tribal queen. Perhaps I am becoming one of the amazons. I made the girls dance so that I can paint . He was too much of a local to get them dancing. So the girls danced for me, and he bought the champagne and the club came to life. As if at one point, without punters even, the girls awoke, needed to dance, the first inspired the second, and a chain reaction occurred, and as the started dancing, so the energy was felt beyond the walls, and people started to come in. girls started to dance. girls started to dissapeer behind curtains with clients, I painted those dancing, my glass kept filling and filling and the painting started being so fluid. I could again not see colours in the darkness so creating with a feeling for light and shadow, they danced for me, they danced for the paint, they daned for their danced, so that they will remember it once it is over, once they wake up, in the normal life, they wanted to the their faces on these dancing bodies which poured out of the brush, even though I could not see but bodies and shadows.
than they dressed me up. corset, thongs , scryscraper shoes. There was no reason to feel inhibitions,
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