When I Look Up All I See Is A Giant Yellow Sunshine Smile

On the Queen streetcar earlier this week and something in the window at Katharine Mulherin gallery caught Sheena's attention. Had to go back and see if in fact I saw what I saw or if it was in my imagination.

Yes. There on the gallery wall was a gigantic pair of yellow gitch. Big old grandpa panties. I laughed. And looked again and laughed.

Then I chatted about what I had seen with some online acquaintances. And went back again a couple of nights later to look and take some pictures. And I laughed some more. Went for cocktails, and showed my pictures to the cronies at the bar. Laughed with them. Decided that no, these weren't gitch, they had clearly transited into well defined gotch territory.

Then it dawned on me that I think I wanted to buy the big giant yellow gitch. El Chaperone thought I was loco. But then I explained that looking at the man-panties made me happy. I laughed compulsively whenever I saw them and wouldn't that be nice to wake up everyday laughing and smiling. To walk into the room after a stressful day at work and immediately sprout an automatic grin. My house would always be a happy house if I bought the big stretched out dirty underpants. No one could ever be sad here again.

That is what art is all about.

I think I'm going to check the price.