Colour me superstitious but by mid-afternoon every day I see a theme-of-the-day emerging. Wardrobe-malfunction/body-malfunction/universal arseholeness/sexy-people-everywhere/kindness/or sometimes a day is simply brought to you – Sesame Street-style – by a letter. Today was brought to me by the letter B.
On the slippery-slope of an incoming cold with an unknown endpoint, I’ve been consumed this week with the fear of developing anniversary Bronchitis. I have conscientiously treated it with Brandy, Baths, and plenty of Bed. I appear to be Beating it. Each day this week on the train, I have survived choking fits by popping Butter menthols just in the nick of time. Today, dressed in Black & Blue, just as the train pulled up, an unknown Bird dumped what appeared to be a Bucket of Birdshit on my head, so I got to ride the train not only feeling like hell, but mopping and picking this Bird crap out of my hair all the way to Flinders Street, without a mirror. It was Brutal. Am waiting for the good luck to Become apparent.
Superstitiously keeping with today’s theme, I offer an experimental rough sketch of my previous drawing, inspired – post Art Melbourne – by David Bromley. A somewhat Bandaged Showgirl.
