Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Haircut

Same model, metamorphosed again by my poor focus, but it does have a little of him in it. He plays like that for about an hour on evenings when he is home early enough.
My son is up for entry to university, he has some kind of exam next week, essay writing and interview (so why is he lazing around playing the piano).
He often goes for the short cut when this type of ordeal is approaching. It is definitely a spiritual thing to rid oneself of irrelevances.
There are many elements of this society that strike an immediate cord with me in this way, things that seem too obvious to need explanation, I think they are just intensely human activities that convey respect; for oneself, for others, an event, an object...everything.
He does the business with the clippers, but I shave the back of the neck where he can't see and those little wolfy hairs get left behind. For some reason this always makes me think of Japanese families sending their boys to war. I am sure they mostly went to the barbers, but there must have been some fathers or mothers who did this little service for their children knowing what they were sending them off to, even as suicide bombers. How nightmareish that this foolishness is still going on around the world with the support of the people we elect, just because there is no more creative solution....
Same paper and materials as yesterday, but with a bit thicker paint in parts.