In the future not too distant
I will definitely need an assistant.
In the back I'm growing one.
He needs water, he needs sun.
Arms are sprouting, one eye's opening.
He'll have a brain--that's what I'm ahoping.
When he's ripe among the rose mallow
I'll probably need a large wheelbarrow.
I got new oil paints; it's been about thirty years since I've painted with regular oils--they're nice and buttery. On an old primed canvas board I tried them out. A head shape on the lower right; then what? I thought of giving him a dog's short compact body and a long leash. I thought of having a torso on a spring--maybe several. Yellow rubber boots popped into my head. Someone would be watering a planted torso; that would require a hose. Wild rose mallows are blooming alongside my driveway so they were added along with the ivy. Being from the South, a painting like this requires a story; I had to make one up so I made it into a poem. (I might have watched too many Twilight Zones when I was young.)
There is a painting by de Chirico of a torso and yellow bananas; it's in THE ART BOOK. I suspect that triggered the thought of yellow boots. Today I googled de Cherico--interesting artist; I think he inspired surrealism. I am also reminded now of Gaugin's leaves strewn around some of his portraits.
A guest is arriving next weekend, an old friend who's a psychologist--I should probably keep this painting under wraps.