| This
is another one of those "holiday 1999" paintings that
I assembled, like 1999, The
Ides of March, and Easter 1999.
This one deals with Love Day. Uh, make that Valentines Day. I always
find it amusing to see couple shuffle in and out, every year, to
a pre-ordained schedule of where you must go and what
you must do, acting romantic because, well, that's what the
calendar says. Why not do all these romantic things the rest of
the year? Why not always give out flowers and poems? Why not always
write love songs and dress up for dinner? Because, uh, duh, that's
not what the calendar says. You have to do that only when the
calendar tells you to.
Just
another example of how people just sleepwalk through life, without
bothering to challenge those high, holy "rules;" without
daring to go against the herd. You can't be, gasp, different. That
would be strange. At least you're not throwing your wallets onto
some stage when Jerry Fallwell tells you to. |
