only wish as of late is to stop having extreme fantasies about london’s affordable art fair. a few seasons ago i wouldve handed over any of my secret talents to get hands on a ticket to battersea park for a little mix-tumble and dime-drop legalities. the lineup of galleries is obscene and i kind of wish they would stop toying with my emotions by posting a few just-in-reachable pieces. contemporary art under 3thou? to err on the side of objectlust; my tru luv is probably there which makes this even worse!
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Holi or The Festival of Colours is one of my most secret yearnings; I can’t imagine anything more calibrating than millions of people throwing color on and around everyone as a blessing. Bonfires the day before; some believe that the colors are the ashes of the god of Love, who was killed after his attempt to disrupt Shiva’s meditation; the intent was to get Shiva’s attention on Parvati so they could get woven up like constellations. That would make these colors the embodiment of love, not lust, and a whole lot of out-of-body meetings somewhere near the river. Is it pre-knowledge or did I adapt to the impossibility of letting you go off into the desert alone?
