Leaving the House of Fashion
" I had to leave the house of fashion
go forth naked from its doors
cuz women should be allies
not competitors"
-ani difranco
My thoughts on my recent media exposure....
Consider this:
A Painting, a stopped movie frame,
(pause)
a man and woman stand.
Muted blue tones.
Dusk blueblack sky.
snow.
cigarette.
a slight downward angle
Wrapped in cascading fuzz flakes
her silhouette disappears behind a gauze of smoke
(ashy)
expelled from his lips.
cold. brittle. breaking.
And I can only see you.
I mean,
I can only see him.
and the light of his face
(encased in embers)
issues from the corner creases of his eye smile.
that look (of lovelaughter)
is the focal point.
(glowing.)
he is so obvious.
active.
He stands in pieces against the snow.
hat neck cheeks scarf
who is she?
The woman shroud in nicotine haze.
with a hint of sway in the hip
the suggestion of snow hooked in her hair web
she is almost absent
transparent.
The trick is amazing.
I am intrigued.
and then I realize
this woman,
her identity is irrelevant
to the pictures metaphorical purpose.
For her single function
in life
I mean,
in the painting, movie frame
is to pull from his eyes crease
that look of lovelaughter
(the focal point.)
I could go on.
I could tell you that
the blue snow shadows represent
sexual passion.
that the red gloves
are his destructive capacity.
The angle and light
impressionistic
fuzzy focus
symbolize the giddy uncertainty of youth
of immaturity.
But this would only bore you
and myself
because we both know
nothing could possibly capture more metaphor
than a woman's silhouette
(angled)
obscured in smoke gauze.
Who's only purpose is to pull from a man's eyes
a look of lovelaughter
as it is this look that draws the eye across the canvas
(giving it intent.)
and how frightening to realize
that upon viewing the painting
no one will care
who she
is
was
will be
as long as she aesthetically completes what we see.