Michael Peck - The seconds passed and then there was silence. Oil on Linen, 137x137cm (2010)
One day you catch your reflection in the window of an abandoned storefront. You will say to yourself: “This is it. Today is the day that I start my band. The time for procrastination is through.” But, that’s a tough racket, and, aside from that, when people leave—as they have and will continually—it’s as if you’ve been left behind after the rapture, with three cigarettes and a half-eaten bran muffin to your name. You will probably want to become a seagull, but don’t you feel hung-over and irritable just imagining that? Someone please bring back the toy commercials of our youths already!
Everyday, I will say “yes” to one thing that my first inclination is to say “no” to.