a numb smudge of flesh
loss of blood from vibrations
red to pink to white
Duncan
She is doing a performance in a bedroom. I don’t know who she is and I haven’t seen her before. She’s is wearing 80’s style workout clothes.
“Now, I’m going to need everyone’s participation and please don’t take my picture.”
She approaches me. “You know, this used to be Duncan’s bed…”
Bushwick Open Studios 2013 – Animamus Art Salon at La Luz
Photos by Geraldo Mercado and Shannon M. DuVall
Curated By Geraldo Mercado
Grace Exhibition Space
http://www.grace-exhibition-space.com/
❤ video will come once i figure out how to deal with copyright issues ❤
THANKS ELVIS
He has an illustration in his closet. In the portrait, he is holding a women by the waist. He gently rests his hand on her hip. She is naked and he is fully clothed. I wonder who she is because she is very attractive.
There are bloody hand prints on a blank billboard. The dried blood has a creamy quality to it.
I ask him, “If you don’t feel the same way about me as you used to, tell me…”
“I don’t…”
I start crying. I feel bad that I am blowing off a friend. We were supposed to meet at the ice cream convention. I knew they’d be mad and wouldn’t be understanding.
I have no idea where I am. My shirt is so stretched out that my breasts are showing. I pull up my shirt to try to cover myself. I feel horrible, exposed.
