Howls of a Primitive Abstract Painter

breathing heavily

wanting

always

wanting:

lying naked face to face lips on your forehead fingers tracing your curves then sliding within...a desert alone with a bottle of rye and a portable typewriter t.v. with rabbit ears: awaiting the passage of years

until I die again

and embrace you on another plane in a crowded bar or maybe at that café in Spain...

Ford P.R. McLain

(c) 2017

breathing heavily

wanting

always

wanting:

lying naked face to face lips on your forehead fingers tracing your curves then sliding within...a desert alone with a bottle of rye and a portable typewriter t.v. with rabbit ears: awaiting the passage of years

until I die again

and embrace you on another plane in a crowded bar or maybe at that café in Spain...

Ford P.R. McLain

(c) 2017

EXT - MYTHICAL AMERICAN DESERT, 1955. TORNADOES ATTACK FROM ALL SIDES. THERE IS NO PLACE TO GO.

this car

- a fairlane sunliner convertible -

is our time machine.

the paintings of pervertibles

- abstracts in the desert -

are artifacts and our road maps, in fact.

this motel

- set off the highway,

down from the diner,

on the edge of time -

is our oasis

and our fortress. 

and, oh ma'am, in our oasis/fortress, 

the things we will do:

with paintbrushes (and polaroids) 

and our passions (and rope)

and our imagination.

all for the sake of art

(and perhaps our liberation).

we will outlast our storms.

Ford P. R. McLain

(c) 2017