…. Orthrift store, only sometimes it does end up in the Museum !
My progressed moon and sun are entering Taurus. The sun is a bit ahead. I guess the active Gemini moon and sun fun are going to be leaving me~ thinking wise. Says I will need to sleep a lot and I will not take all this political strife too well either.
The Special Fluff Faerie
Today at Trader Joe’s while checking out my groceries, I talked to a young punk checker. He declared himself punk! He looked more like a 70s punk than a current morphed-up pretentious one. We talked about thrift stores, art and a Polish artist that was considered a Polish Picasso. After his death they found his work in thrift stores. I told the young punk my punk line, that I tell all young punks.
“Yes, I found my first punk record at a used book-thrift store, The Saints.”
He told me he thinks he heard their name but will check them out. I will check out the Polish Artist. He told me about, a film / documentary came out about the genius Polish Picasso. I told the young punk about the Museum of Fred.
While driving home I thought about a few things the young punk and I talked about. It was nice to have an interesting conversation with someone in real-time. That the core “lifestyle” of punk is not dead. The idea of art as a process is a message I enjoyed sharing. Also, I admitted to him something I never have admitted to anyone. Though some have tried to label me an artist.
Young Punk Checker at Trader Joe’s:
“Are you an artist?”
I hesitated, but he did compliment me on my green hat with silver flowers & purple stone. (Even if it was a thrift store joke).
Me:
“Yes, yes, I am an artist. I love the process of art.”
I also confessed that I am not struggling and I’m quite content.
The Polish Coat
John Szoke Gallery
The Museum of Fred
