RUBBER GUNS

I am locked up in a home alongside a gulf course. There is a row of run down houses. My older brothers are trying to kill women. One tells me over food that she is next to be killed. I get her to escape by the back door and I do, too. I try to use a phone in a home in Beverly Hills on the Bel Air side of Sunset Drive, but I can not. I try a pay phone and call a number. A man at the phone booth says he will be blamed. Finally I get in .50 in coins into the phone slot and get the police and give them the house address where I am near, across the street from the home where I could not use the phone. I plead, "Hurry!"

My daughter-in-law worries about hair cut. Rubber guns, which are made up of a clothes pin and a slice of an automobile’s innertube across a stick. Scissors placed under a bed, on the rail of the bed. My parents’ bed is red. The woman’s face is dark. The words, "I accept", are written on the backs of director’s chairs.

The painting grows and develops as associations to the initial images evidence, called to mind by the colors and shapes of the dream in art. My son was made to have a hair cut before his audition for the junior Los Angeles Symphony, it was conservative at a time when teenagers were not, that is they had long hair. Somewhat like the Samson story.

I used to play rubber guns and Cops and Robbers with my older brothers and my job is to cut the inner tubes with my Mother’s sewing scissors, which she did not like at all. It was a scary game with the robbers climbing up the back steps. "Hurry, cut more rubber bands!", they would yell at me. The word "hurry" is first painted"Hurray". The bed painted red is for sex. Accepting the director’s chair means I accept being my own director The run down houses on Ursuline Street in New Orleans are very different from Bel Air, a real come down in my life...

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