Klimt and the hairdresser

I usually go to a downtown cafe where I sit watching the passersby, attempting to capture in ink their ineffable movement. Next door, there is a hairdresser shop. There works a gorgeously looking woman. Very expressive – she reminds of one of the women painted by Gustav Klimt. Sometimes she says hello, but mostly she pretends not to see me.

Incidentally, a friend went to her to have his hair cut. Imagine what this woman confessed to him:

– You know, I am so fascinated by this man who paints at the cafe. I watch him for hours on end behind the window curtain. I´d so much like to talk to him. To ask him to draw me. But I do not dare…I am ashamed. Alas… – I am so afraid to live…

 

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About julienmatei
I feel an inner urge to express what I see, to communicate and share with others all these impressions. Often the things I see are there, not yet manifest, but waiting... to be observed, talked about, and embraced. These new insights need another approach, a more vivid curiosity... Due to fear and prejudice we prefer to see only "the official" truth - but THE OFFICIAL TRUTH IS DEAD - being dead, it has nothing to give... We can continue pretending Death is fascinating or... we can take the trouble to LIVE... THE NEW has no definition yet... Again, IT requires another "perception", the courage to apprehend everything differently, from a totally new angle, with new confidence and inquisitive touch. This blog is not about interesting concepts, it is about participation... finding new solutions, inspiration, togetherness.

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