Today I came across this bewitching long-haired girl and recognized her at once as another girl I want to be.
I don’t see many of them but when I do see one, it’s like an ache of remorse and disappointment. It’s like, I should have been her! What happened? Here is another one. Her name is Pandora, apparently, which spells trouble, but I’d like to wake up and be her anyway. Click on her to see the full glory.
It seems to be all about hair, doesn’t it? It’s not just the hair, but hair is a big deal for me. I used to have a recurring nightmare that someone had cut off my hair. It’s a little like the one where you’re spitting out your teeth. The other night I dreamed there were bugs in my bathtub, and when I tried to squash them, they got bigger. I would say that’s a Sisyphus dream….or maybe it’s just about anxiety.
Here’s another girl, I can’t remember where I found her but I see I have saved the picture as: “I will be her!”
Here’s a young model named Zippora Seven. Eerily reminiscent of Pandora, name-wise.
Why didn’t I get to be any of these girls? It’s a mystery I will never understand. Of course, I would much rather be Patti Smith or Amanda Palmer, but at this point I’ve learned to settle for worshiping them.
Looking through my file of photos, I came across this artist whose name is poetry itself: Marion Tampon-Lajarriette.
I don’t want to be her but I like the idea of putting “tampon” in my name like that. I guess that’s what Art is all about.