1999 march 23

privates

you are never going to see this type of public art in downtown lincoln, nebraska.

i love european statuary with all its spouting breasts and penises, all the gnarly bloody depictions of fairy tales and ancient battles. it's not like they don't have their share of boring military guys and horses, lord knows they do, but at least the sameness of all those battle tributes is somewhat ameliorated by the occasional nymphs and wolves and ferrymen. i found this picture last night as i was once again trying to bring some order to the stacks of photographs i have stashed here there and everywhere, and it set my twisted little mind in motion.

i want to have plaster casts made of my breasts. and i want to build my own fountain--put it right in the middle of the garden once we get a house. it would be a great conversation piece, wouldn't it? a facsimile of my abundance, gently spraying a stream of water across the water lilies to the left, sprinkling the siberian wallflowers to the right. i'd have to attach them to something; i'm not too keen on a full body cast of me, so i think it will have to be an abstract of some sort.

maybe i can talk gene into making a cast of his penis and we'll have a matched set.

traffic was bumper to bumper on the drive home last night, and i was stuck behind a car with a license plate holder that said:

my other car is a crotch rocket

i'll take the toyota, thanks, claire