I wonder if the State of California Air Resources Board has determined the carcinogenic threshhold of spraypaint fumes? I am considering wearing a mask when I spray. I mean a cloud of swirling vaporous toxins curling up the ends of my hair and spiking my eyebrows can’t be good can it? Here are my latest experiments using my hypnotic new mehendi stencils from India. The patterns are very absorbing. If you look closely you can also see evidence of a Hindu newspaper. While I was out back spraying away my neighbor hollered over the fence. My immediate reaction was annoyance. After all, I cannot very well stop in the middle of a spraypaint fume induced trance state to attend to the trivial needs of others. Can I? Good thing I didn’t play possum. I would never have received 2 big fat chocolate covered strawberries if I would have done that. Wash my hands first? Are you kidding? Those berries were gone in exactly 5 bites.
Below is the rest of the Iowa mailart dispatch that I sent out last week.
Don’t these spraypaint experiments look like tiles? Who knows where they’ll end up. Probably on some mailart. Maybe on my front porch. It’s hard to say at this point.
About 10 years ago I studied mehendi with an Indian woman on Sundays in her house in Monrovia. There was a small group of us. We would gather in a circle on her living room floor, eat plates of Indian delicacies, sip tea, practice our designs on paper, then on each other, and finally make batches of mehendi cones to take home and paint all of our friends.
I have a few minutes before nightfall….the spraypaint calls.