Char / Charlotte / Pasithee
There is something neurotic about listening to the same song repeatedly. A part of me hates when I get in a rut like that. It’s like memorization, trying not to forget - a waste of time and energy.
I’ve never grown out of it either. I was a weird child because I would play the same records again and again. Not for lack of other things to play, but because when I heard a song that glowed I wanted to carve it into my brain. One time my mama got angry because “Just Like A Woman” was blasting through the doors and walls, the end morphing into the opening. It must have been annoying for everyone.
There is never a book I wish to spend my whole life reading and rereading or even a television program or movie I’d watch on a loop. Only music, only a melody. I wonder how that works, why our brains can only tolerate something rather simple, short in comparison to a film. Must be the wiring, must be the flow of a song.
I wonder who the first human being was to hum or whistle to themselves? I imagine Adam and Eve bored out of their mind in the garden, tired of sex, tired of peace. Adam says something to Eve and she wants to communicate how frustrated she is with being cooped up in a wall of a trees with a man she didn’t have any say in choosing. Maybe Eve was the first woman to make a song. Or maybe it was Adam, because he must have been equally as annoyed.
This evening I finally scanned the two portraits I did of Charlotte.
She is a dear, wonderful person to talk to, tell things to. I cannot say why she is one of my favorites that I have met through here, only that she is. She’s magic, she’s captivating. Like a secret that gets whispered and lost, fragmented. It is up to the listener to paste it all back together. That is how I think of all of this, the internet, a smashing up of a portrait of a stranger’s life. It remains smashed for a long time and then a group treks through it, makes the effort to make sense of it. Almost as if they are inventing a language. Trying to attach meaning to matter.
Whatever the case I hope you and you and you like it.
Mostly I hope you like it, Char.
Angela is so wonderful, she does paintings of people like me (Me!). It just makes me swoon. And I love her Nick Cave painting; he looks so cross as he does most of the time. (I once Googled ‘Nick Cave smiling’ and it broke the Internet.)