This from a salesman …
Portraits are so peaceful…
But then you suddenly want them to look like someone…
a climb, a return…
Windows turned into screens, screens turned into paintings…
an obsession, an urge…
paintings turned into movies.. movies with dialogue, movies with music,
Lost, unfounded, searching…
movies become games, games into virtual reality…
All the time saying to ourselves, this is growth, this is development… all the while living on so little, sweating for so little, hurting for so little, the little never grows, but we do get belittled, shrink, disappear… all while the mirror shows someone so alien yet so much dressed like us.
looking at the skies… what all do I need.. what all do I want…
I am not doing sales these days, just calling upon virtual doors… now I know, but I ain’t stepping back. I am a salesman.
