Loss of Innocence

Is this when playful oblivion darkens to fixation on the labors of Life?

"a view from the other side.....the introduction of The Interbank Card"..... 1966....

Then, I graduated from 'college' to live in the World of Plastic Money and the Credit Prestige of borrowing, the Gold Standard reproduced as the double-knits of synthetic funding and smiling, delusional Consumerism that was initiated twenty years before........no amount of selenium can tone this picture......for there's no silver in the emulsion, now.....much less, Gold.....

The Interbank Card Transition to Play Money

 

"a view from the other side.....the introduction of The Interbank Card"..... 1966….

 Then, I graduated from 'college' to live in the World of Plastic Money and the Credit Prestige of borrowing, the Gold Standard reproduced as the double-knits of synthetic funding and smiling, delusional Consumerism that was initiated twenty years before........no amount of selenium can tone this picture......for there's no silver in the emulsion, now.....much less, Gold.....

Concerto in B minor for 4 violins, RV 580 - Vivaldi

Brilliant Art is forever 'Brilliant'.......

Overlays of Interpretations of others' imaginative projections

it's a bear, it's a cougar......no....it's not Superman, or even Ernest Hemingway......just the cosmic conundrum that I am, this morning......picking up the pieces of the puzzle that will create today.....a theme of sequestration and geniality against a background of interstellar noise and closer synaptic synergism......without the realms of the imaginations of others.......but, manifest though their imagined consciousness.....We are as much what others imagine us to be as what or whom we express ourselves as......

Robyn as seen by Jonathan,,,,,,on the screen and through the viewfinder

missing Jonathan Demme today.......and, wondering what's with Robyn now......with all the watering of Les Fleurs du mal right now........is two cups of coffee just too much! Now, I feel like I have hair in places where most people don't have brains! Rebel...Rebel..... all those molecules of time that you thought you'd shed forever, haven't gone anywhere, have they? Maybe, they just 'faded away'.......out of mind....but still tugging at the waves of consciousness........Yet...that is just the beginning of the Story, isn't it? Now.....to organize all the words into the illusions of Art.......But first, let's go thundering!