Am I replicating my art or is it imitating me? Which came first? The question thrown in darkness was my moment of enlightenment. I realized with some glee that I had finally become a caricature of myself.
Exhibition: Dark Arts and me at Moniker Gallery
October 31 – Nov 5, 2013
The idea of self as an original being with a mission began to blur and evaporate and I saw we are all unique copies from times immemorial – a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy … of
There the likeness ends.
Well yes, the eyes are the same
and the mouth is similar.
The face is oval too, I admit.
But that, you will have to agree,
is all the semblance there is.
Smoothen out the wrinkles please,
iron out the creases.
Dab a little glow
on the carmine lips.
And please, if you could,
subdue that spin in the dizzy eyes.
After all, you understand,
I have not been on a carrousel.
you put that picture up
in the carnival hall,
do not forget to announce
to the ladies and the gentlemen,
is just a caricature,
not the real me.