"Bad Posture" By Artist Lisa Rae Winant
Image used by permisson of the Artist
12x14/oil on panel
Look at me, what’s wrong with me? It’s not like I’m hideously ugly or anything. I just have a problem with my posture. In fact, I just got my hair and nails done and picked out this super cute outfit. The green shirt really brings out my blue eyes, and although the skirt is a little funky, I think I look pretty damn hot.
You see i have this problem where people tend to judge me from my appearance, not by what I have inside. Every time i start talking with someone and they seem interested, they disappear just like that, and I'm left as I'm seen in this picture. Alone surrounded by only my thoughts and the gentle breeze that flows through my fingers and hair.
What will it take for me to fit in? Must I dye my hair blonde, go by a different name perhaps ‘Candy’ or wear those skinny jeans that no one can breathe in? I mean yeah, so what, I’m not perfect. I have a little hunch in my back. It’s not my fault I was raised with my brother Quazimodo in that bell tower. I mean you try living in a space where the ceilings are only three feet tall and tell me your going to have perfect posture, I don’t think so. If fitting in means that I have to change who I am, then I think I’ll just look elsewhere. People say that education is really important. Perhaps I’ll enroll at the Hunchback of Notre Dame University where I’m sure to make friends and fit in.
You see i have this problem where people tend to judge me from my appearance, not by what I have inside. Every time i start talking with someone and they seem interested, they disappear just like that, and I'm left as I'm seen in this picture. Alone surrounded by only my thoughts and the gentle breeze that flows through my fingers and hair.
What will it take for me to fit in? Must I dye my hair blonde, go by a different name perhaps ‘Candy’ or wear those skinny jeans that no one can breathe in? I mean yeah, so what, I’m not perfect. I have a little hunch in my back. It’s not my fault I was raised with my brother Quazimodo in that bell tower. I mean you try living in a space where the ceilings are only three feet tall and tell me your going to have perfect posture, I don’t think so. If fitting in means that I have to change who I am, then I think I’ll just look elsewhere. People say that education is really important. Perhaps I’ll enroll at the Hunchback of Notre Dame University where I’m sure to make friends and fit in.
I love that the character thinks she looks pretty damn hot! Fun.
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ReplyDeleteNice story, it has a very "stream of consciousnesses" feeling to it :)
ReplyDeleteAwesome story! I enjoyed reading it. I can see your story when I look at the painting.
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