In efforts to convey the thoughts in my head I decided to do a small series of collages to purge my mind- or exorcize my demons. Strangely doing these made me want to curse a lot as well as be vulgar- I imagine this is how I will be when I’m old and senile.
This piece is called- “Go away bad shit- stop smiling at me”. I’m still in denial about being an adult and owning a house, and it seems to me that recently we (Andy & I) have been living from one disaster to another. Yes, it’s the end of the world when the sink is plugged up or the hot water doesn’t work. These small disasters- much like getting work done on my car is a whole world that I am not familiar with. It is a dark place where voodoo and karma fight it out. I am sure these things happen because I curse in the car towards the idiot pedestrians that walk across traffic when they are 10 feet away from a crosswalk. Or because I never tip a barista for coffee they just pour in a cup- or I avoid eye contact with the dirty man in the median with a hungry sign (I’m kinda wondering if that limp was a fake).
Regardless- whether these disasters happen because of karma, or because my house is old or because it’s just life- I’m pretty sure if disasters had a face, they’d be smiling at us.
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