So I'm cleaning out the shed and I pulled out all my old paintings from way back in the day when I used to paint big, some of which I had completely forgotten. The top one here is the painting that I was in a movie about Charleston artists and it used to have broken glass all over it. The poem is Snorri Sturlesons' Prose Edda, which I had recently discovered and decided accurately foretold the end of the world by nuclear holocaust. It was, after all, the 80s and all this was extremely Deep and Meaningful because I was in my 20s.
Moving brings all the old strange stuff to the surface and it's interesting.
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