Love Is A Maze
You walk past me in the street, I see you, but you don’t see me. Your powerful scent makes my legs become unsteady. I lean against a wall, my head reeling from the delicious fumes that erupt from the very pores of your body. I try to remember what I was doing but all is lost, so I run home crying into the lining of my tweed blazer. When I arrive back in my cave & look at the inside pocket of my jacket I find this blog, formed from the salty lust of my tears!
Yes my friends, love. LOVE is the theme of this week’s blog. Ok, using the term ‘this week’s blog’ is a stretch of the imagination. I have been busy & neglected you, not blogging for many months. But like a mother cat with many kittens, I welcome you back with open paw to my swollen & lactating nipples. So, love. Why love? Because, & remember you should never start a sentence with ‘because’. BECAUSE, i’m reading a book about Picasso, by Francoise Gilot.
Francoise was old randy Pablo’s muse for many years & mother to two of his children. You’re arty types, you already knew this. It is a fascinating read of the power Picasso had over people in general, I’m only a quarter way through the book & it’s a riveting read. I never knew Pablo had such an obsession with minotaurs! And his sausage story involving Max Jacobs is hilarious! Genius artist & he loved a good practical joke, what more could you ask for? I am now going out to buy a Breton t shirt & to steal someone’s sausage as soon as I finish writing this.
I illustrated a homage to Picasso, his love of minotaurs & the danger of getting lost in a romance with such a legendary figure.
Love is a maze.