"I Am Going to Do a Painting" by David C. Hall published in driftwood press literary magazine 4
"I am going to do a painting" by David C.Hall
I am going to do a painting of a catalogue in which there will be other catalogues and within them still others, until the unwary art lover is drawn into the depths of a dark forest where he or she will be eaten by a big, black, furry animal with sexual overtones.
I am going to do a painting full of terrorists, all kinds of terrorists. They will be permitted to talk for as long as they want but will find they have nothing to say. In time they will be pardoned by small children dressed as angels with wings made of wax paper.
I am going to do a painting in which there is nothing but time passing. This painting will be difficult to execute and almost unbearable to look at.
I am going to do a painting into which I will disappear, leaving behind only one gray sock, 40% virgin wool. Why is virgin wool called virgin? Why don’t I know that and why should I care, since if I did know, I probably wouldn’t care at all?
I am going to do a painting that birds will want to nest in.
I am going to do a painting of the afternoon, at precisely this hour.
I am going to do a painting of a sky full of falling angels.
Their robes will be like flannel nightgowns and their faces the faces of old men and women waiting for a bus.
I am going to do a painting of a man in an armchair who has nothing more to say.
I am going to do a painting of the place in the woods where the squirrels go to die.
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