Being an incurable honest, open person I also let him know that the other tenants and I were going to ask to have the front door repaired and a lock put on, since junkies are living in our foyer, leaving needles and used condoms on the floor, and creating a racket at 4AM.
My landlord accused me of creating 'static' in his building, and refused to sign my lease or take my rent check, effectively threatening to evict me.
I came home, put on the Hilliard Ensemble with Jan Gabarek and drew this.
Then I took out a 'problem' painting and painted over the problem area. I'm going to see if I can make it work without any fiddly places at all; just a rose-colored crater full of rose-colored light.
2 comments:
You gotta love it. Life in all its millions of squeaks and groans, sharp turns and broken urns....it's great.GIven what we go through in not a full life time...I would have to venture a guess and say that perhaps none of us are as fragile as we think....when we think we are fragile.
It was nice to look at the mandalas and then I realized there was nothing to say for me. It was nice to just look.
It's GORGEOUS. Wow!
Sending total power and success vibes your way. Having had many a crap-ass landlord, my heart is full of sympathy for you.
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