The tomato sauce burned my right pinky. I yelped and dropped the microwaved-styrofoam plate of ravioli on the table in the lounge. The sauce radiated around the plate like puddles of steaming sunlight and touched the corners of the table, edges of chairs... speckled the pastel sea-green tiled floors, and splattered the white walls as if Pollock had became a starving artist with no more paint but food to cover the drunk walls of his chaotic mind.
Admiration was only temporary as I had to wipe away the evidence of this very moment.
(This stone is also a tribute to Jackson Pollock. I thought of him while cleaning up my mess at lunchtime.)
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If only you WERE Pollack - you could have left the mess as art.
ReplyDeleteI really like this.
ReplyDeleteOut of interest, do you have any food that could make a Mark Rothko?
And where was the camera? Loved the Pollock connection! Good to find art in a messy moment!
ReplyDelete@Barb: Wish I could leave the mess, but I was at work! lol
ReplyDelete@skyraft: Hmm, now there's an idea. I would have to look for Rothko. Haven't found one yet. :)
@Gemma: Unfortunately, I didn't have a camera at the time. Would've been very photogenically hilarious! I was at work though!