first thought after my mind cleared of wonder at this question pertaining
to my most socially acceptable work to date (I mean, I feel one could
take The Devil's Lake to parties, or other such occasions without embarrassment.
) was what would he have done if I'd given him Whithering? Probably
leaped immediately out of the window, legal documents flying and flitting
has been the centre of two interesting questions: "What on
Earth does it mean?" and "Why, er, do you keep making square pictures?".
To the latter, it's obvious of course, my dealer happened to pick up forty-six
thousand square mailing cartons very cheap. And having already explained a few
of my works in earlier pages, and felt funny doing it, I'd like to skip the why's
and where's of The Devil's Lake, but say anyway (in case you think I don't know
what it means either ... ) that it deals with entrapment of a specific nature,
and the title is the answer.
by the by, of 'socially acceptable' pictures, upon the publication
of aforementioned Pandora we hung a print of it on the hall-wall outside
mighty GbP Palace of Art (our apartment) only to find it torn down some weeks
later by the building superintendent ( . . . one night . . . furtively .
. . in our absence . . ) belligerently giving his reasons that the
one of those posh buildings on Park Avenue, N.Y. It came to light that
indeed the neighbours had complained but not determined why. Much grievous
argument took place and ultimately the picture was re-hung. Either the
import of the issue or the resonance of my bellow resulted in nigh on
the entire building knowing and having some opinion of the episode.
cornered one late night by the midnight elevator operator, a besotted
buffoon whom we referred to as "Old Red Eye", who gave me his recordable opinion
of why the neighbours (whoever they were) had insisted on the removal of Pandora, "It
weren't original" he said, glaring at me with an earnest, though vermilion,
eye. "I don't know where you'se (referring to me alone) got de idea from
.... some med-eye-vlism ... or sumpn." He paused. "I mean ", with
a sweep of his hand, "a guy's got his opinion, right?!" "Of course",
I replied not really quick enough to be witty. "Ahs seen it somewhere befoh
. . . can't remember. . ." He continued his claims even though I'd left
and he was descending back down the elevator well. This led me to believe,
quite happily, that my work was being recognized by the general public.
proved right, by George, because when Pandora was replaced some months
later by The Devil's Lake, it was stolen!