13.3.09


An elderly Tasha Tudor is wearing a hobo suit + babushka (she sewed) + is riding an oversize red tricycle (she painted) w/ a potato basket (she wove) filled w/ flowers (she grew) tied on the handle bars (she’s not holding on to because she's reading a book she wrote + illustrated) w/ handlebar tassels (she dyed). At that moment, i want to be her.

She points out one of the tacky black velvet painting in the book, Look how the black brings out the yellow.

Eager to impress her, i say, Oh, no, See how the black strangles the yellow + drags it out?

She smiles + politely asking me to leave her dream. 

Just because they are your personal hero doesn't mean you’d see eye to eye.


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