Charlie never got respect. Even in his dreams. He would envision vast empires and legions of sultry woman needing to please men. Yet he would always find himself the janitor of his own Xanadu. Or a haberdasher in times where people wore no hats. Now, ol' charlie has gone stoic and has learned it's best to enjoy what little joys his own subconscious will dole out. A psychic stoic, Charlie has found something of happiness and more of enlightenment.
STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery" Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Charlie's Lonesome Dreaming
Charlie never got respect. Even in his dreams. He would envision vast empires and legions of sultry woman needing to please men. Yet he would always find himself the janitor of his own Xanadu. Or a haberdasher in times where people wore no hats. Now, ol' charlie has gone stoic and has learned it's best to enjoy what little joys his own subconscious will dole out. A psychic stoic, Charlie has found something of happiness and more of enlightenment.
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This is a very well done piece. I like the use of color, the lining like a charcoal/pencil drawing. It is melancholy to a degree, but then so is the subject. No respect does wear a person down and away....
ReplyDeletespecially no self respect, you should be able to respect yourself in dreams.
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