Tuesday, May 24, 2005

My bathroom talents

I notice that when no one's looking, I occasionally dance a furtive step or two. That would make me a bathroom dancer. The bathroom, as we all know and do not admit, is the temple of all art. (And science too, going by Archimedes.) It is the one place that provides such security and comfort that inhibitions go gurgling down the drain. I, for instance, am a bathroom singer and a bathroom dancer. As a bathroom painter my fingers can't resist foggy mirrors. I'm a bathroom installation artist; my finely directed streams do things with naphthalene balls in the drains that Marcel Duchamp could only dream of. In fact, coming clean, I seem to be a whole academy of bathroom arts.

Now that I'm out of the closet, anyone for a dance? I'm not very good, but I promise to put my best foot forward. And perhaps I could teach you a move or two with the towel.
Posted by Dewdrop :: 3:10 PM :: 9 Scribbles!

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