I'd rather be alone
"If all I see is your face, I'd rather be alone" 22 and October 22, Toronto, Ontario Look at the faceless gentleman in this painting. Sitting across the bar in his own space. The world outside is empty and the world inside "Phillies" is empty too, in a different way. With his head down, pointed at perhaps a glass of whiskey in front of him. I wonder what he's thinking. I can't tell because he is facing away from me. If he were to turn around, maybe I could have a hint of him. A hint of what he wants to say but he never will turn around and I will never know him. But- even the faces I see, the couple in the painting. The lady in red and the gentleman in his lovely blue feel deserted. Their hands slightly touching but only "slightly". There is no sense of intimacy. They might go home and fuck for all I know but "make love" they will not. The bartender who appears to be an old man positioned in such a way as if he is talking. Talking a...