Surreal Stories Pages
7 Years in Thailand (A Metaphor Composition)
I feel like I am climbing a mountain here, with tattered jeans and two-day old T-shirt... but have just been handed a paper clue.... of a boy leaning forth in prayer to a monk wrapped in an orange costume. A king of Thailand! But my climb is for me and is steep... I put the picture in my back pocket and keep concentration.... stepping furthur and furthur up and facing more and more obstacles. I have to carry many provisions with me on my climb that are heavy and tend to scrape me, it is certain my hair be bound, and my shoes be functional- this climb is the climb of my life.
As I get closer to the top I come across friendlier guides who tell me the myths and legends of Thailand. More about the boy king and all of his mystery. I am able to see the picture more clearly. But still, I package my belongings and carry more and more important necessities....that are strategic to my living. That I cannot live without. So my climb becomes more challenging and my energy weakens....but allow those stories to root me on to a mountain worth climbing.
I imagine him wanting me to build a movie house, much like Tibet, and there I will be clean, but offer my services to the environment, making sure no living thing be harmed, that the dirt be de-wormed safely. That this king will demand preservation, but entertainment. And I will help him build that movie house to the best of my ability....
Autographs
It's black and white of you, very European, but I would say it is just
something of an other world you introduced me to. I didn't ask you to. But
I thank you.
4 by 6 and thin cardboard, a clue created by an honest you. I mean I can
tell by the signature. You can read it! I mean you can see it.....with all
of those messy scribbles out there, I know them well....I've got the gold.
I would rather have something of hello however. I'd toss this in the trash
for a "hi, how are you?" Guess the reality always shines through.
I have thrown out three autographs in my life. They were from rockstars I
bumped into. I keep signed books though. But even then, when I had the
chance I didn't get some of them signed.
I'd rather give them mine.
Fan Mail
I've gotten fan mail too. On an underground richter scale it all
stands out
however....
You never seem to expect it, even though your art is out there. But
people
see you and read you but rarely understand you.
The cycle circles and I send fan mail too but my fans would not believe
the
food chain of such admiration....that the great and almighty Oz has a
bigger
star behind that curtain. That devotion runs deep. People don't
always
choose to express thiers. Fan mail is a miracle. There is too much
to do
in a day to include you. But they always do. Or I do. Maybe I feel
like I
need too, to repay the people who gave me so many things, so many gifts
and
cards. But maybe I really do understand you. And my fan mail comes
from
an honest heart.
This Girl's Life
I have over-lapped imagination with movie scenes and photos in motion-
I see
the same things as in movies! I did a report while in a class-
"Problems in
Art History" and decided to discuss altars as art- an avant-guarde
question
in art history- are altars art? I said Yes.
I sought photos and
writings by
artists who created grande collage altars and sculptures of candles and
angels and Buddhas. I clipped images from art magazines and wrote on
the
subject on cue cards to present. I filled a large posterboard with
Mexican
altars, and contemporary American altars, but was left with one little
space
to fill. Can somebody help me find a picture of an altar?
I found a movie magazine with Romeo+Juliet on the cover, a new movie to
come
out at the time, and inside, there was a stage of an altar, with neon
crosses
and aisles of flower petals, candles lit on all sides.
And Leonardo was that altar of artwork I was searching for.
All Surreal stories by the artist Kristin Noelle