As a boy I thought my soul the child of two fathers: A Devil who wasn't so bad and a God more Old than New Testament. But where the Devil gave us hedonism, God offered hope and it was living, thrilling, fun... and false.
False hope and hedonism were the gods I used to know, but they're not confined to the past for they are in my DNA. And so like Sisyphus, I endlessly roll rocks of hope uphill only to have them roll down again.
MUSINGS
Can you see the two conjoined faces in the picture?
MUSIC
Paint it, black. Rolling Stones 1966
The Living Years, Mike & The Mechanics 1988
Cats In The Cradle, Harry Chapin 1974
REFERENCE LINKS
Self portraits, Brett Whiteley 1939-92
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