Friday, August 31, 2012
That little naked guy in the center is the reason I hung the painting in that “special place.”
I roll out of bed way before the roosters, and on my way from the bedroom to the coffee pot, I pass the doorway leading to our living room. Always, for I don’t know how many years exactly, I glance through that doorway and see this painting facing me as I stumble, only half awake, toward the kitchen, and every single day I see that little naked kid struggling with his section of a garland, and it makes me smile. It’s as simple as that.
