Here's the one I used to squeeze in my fist while donating blood at the Red Cross. I was a regular donor for years and actually received a 4-gallon badge. Then I was diagnosed with Pernicious Anemia. No more donating blood.
And here's the one I made to be inserted into my painting "First Fool" (check it out here). It came out oddly sexual-looking, but when you think about it, who doesn't have sex on their mind/heart?
It's clearly yet another of those "wizards' lairs" -- one of the many that seem to dot the less-frequented alleyways and back streets of Seoul -- but one with a knowing difference; that dark doorway at the bottom of the stairs, appropriately spooky and sinister, looks to be the obvious means of gaining access to the mysterious realms beyond; however, its very obviousness makes me suspect it's actually a ruse, a false lead designed to distract the curious away from the real entrance -- that oddly chopped off-looking "tunnel" above it.
Now for the left turn: for the life of me I could not recall the snappier, harder-hitting term for 'false lead' that I knew existed. I wracked my brains all last night, trying to remember, to no avail. Then this morning I just happened to take down my copy of Charles Fort: Prophet of the Unexplained by Damon Knight, opened it at random, and there it was, in black and white -- "...red herring".
It has been my experience that, sometimes, when you visit a new and strange neighborhood, the clouds over the neighborhood may also be new and strange.
"Shopping Man" sculpture at Arario Gallery. Only after I got close did I realize there are no straps on those shopping bags. All those nice expensive goods and no way to carry them. Is this some twisted reference to the torment of Tantalus?
