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Saturday, June 5, 2010

A Starry NIght re-done





Vincent van Gogh's “A starry night”. Done by a very close friend of mine, out of boredom. Using just crayons! He managed to replicate this masterpiece on the back of a maths copy. The guy is simply brilliant! No, I am not talking about van Gogh!

According to him this is not one of his best creations. He had done a beautiful face portrait of a woman on a chalk slate a few years ago, which he could never replicate again no matter how hard he tried. So I am not taking any chances with this masterpiece and posting it on my blog.

Hopefully I can coax him into taking this up seriously and post more works of art here!

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

The Man in the Mirror

Stairs…long…spiraling…winding stairs. They seem to go on forever. One look at them and you'd know they wouldn’t end until you reached the fiery pits of hell. My own stairway to hell... Aah well, you know the set up, might as well get it over with. Take 'em two at a time.

Shit. Faulty stairs. Just my luck. I slip. I fall. For an eternity.

Falling. One of the most complex sensations felt by a human being. More complex when you dream about it. Just like love. The fluid filled passages in the inner ear detects motion. All the while you are lying in the comfort of a bed next to a beautiful naked woman. Yeah, just like love. Just like a very bad nightmare. I calm myself. Enjoy the sensation for a while...c'mon now time to wake up. Wake up! Now! Wake the fuck up God damn it!

BUZZ!!!

FUCK! I yell out as I wake up. Stupid alarm clock. I check the time. Its 3:30 in the morning. Who sets up an alarm clock at 3:30 in the morning? I could have had a heart attack in the condition I was in. Lost my high. Cant go back to sleep now. Why am I up though? Can’t remember. Better ask the lovely creature still sleeping soundlessly beside me. I get up and grab her sheets and yank them off her hoping that would wake her.

God she's beautiful. Curled up on her side facing where I was laying beside her. She mumbles something, twitches for a while and turns. Her hand resting under her head. Her naked leg finds a pillow at her side and she curls around it. Holding it tight to her breasts. Her long black hair kissing her shoulders erotically. The last of the silvery moonlight knocks at the window as if asking the silk curtains for permission to come inside and wash her off the filth I had given her. The light replaced the covers I had removed from her and entwined with her bare skin. Covering her. Comforting her... and I suddenly feel, not love but sorry... I feel sorry for her. I feel sorry for myself.

I walk up to her side of the bed and bend down on my knees. After a night of intense drug abuse, drinking and multiple wild sex I wake her up with a gentle kiss on the lips…who needs alarm clocks anyway?

She wakes up just like me, emerging from a dream. Unlike me, smiling like an angel that she wasn’t. I ask her about why she set up the clock to ring at 3:30. She reminds me her parents are supposed to get back at around 5. Funny, she never mentioned that last night...

I get up and walk to the bathroom. Look myself in the mirror. God I look beautiful. Only a month into the hard drugs and Dionysus walks the earth again. My pupils are dilated. No wonder I’m seeing more than I’m supposed to. Standing there, staring into my own two dark eyes through the mirror. Staring into my own soul. The mirror shakes. My feet suddenly heavy. The bathroom floor disappears making way to a never-ending set of stairs. I have such a long way to go still...

Snap out of it. Splash water on your face.

"That wont work." the man in the mirror says.
"Aah what do you care?"
"I don’t. I’m just stating the obvious."
"Quit bothering me."
"I cant. I love to watch. It’s in my nature. I see everything that you see and even more. Ironic isn't it? I love to watch as much as you hate being watched."
"What the fuck did I take last night...?”
"The usual."
"Quit bothering me."
"You need a shave."

"Babe you got a razor I could use?" I call her. She says something about having one behind the mirror. The mirror man smiles. I take out the razor and a cream.

"You do know where she puts that don’t you? Of course you do. You found out last night and you've been dying to try the blade on yourself."

I start shaving.

"Disgusting!"
"I thought you didn’t care." I say shaving my stubble.
"I don’t care about you! I care about me!"
"Shut up, or I’ll cut you."

I drop the razor again and again. Can’t seem to get a grip yet. The mirror man had enough and he left. Leaving me to myself. Finally…God I look awful. Only a month into the hard drugs and its already taking its toll on me. I stare into my white face through my own brown eyes.

Snap out of it.

I take a cold shower, washing myself of everything that happened last night sending them down the drain, to where they belong, before finally getting out of the bathroom. Its 4:30. I make myself a drink from her dad's collection of fine whiskeys. I go back in her room. She's still just like she was when I got up. Clutching the pillow to her chest. Foot resting on her side. Naked. Beautiful. Eternal. I’m standing at the door to her room. All I can see of her is from behind. The pure bright morning sunlight replacing the pearly silvery light from last night. Covering her. Comforting her. The sky that was black as the infinite only a few moments ago drowned by the blue colour of hope. All the while I was washing away my own darkness...and I suddenly feel. I feel love.

"Now what happens?" Black eyes. From the mirror in the dresser.

I smile. I finish my drink. I get dressed. And I leave.

Now I let her sleep.