Messages

Jim Morrison’s last residence

I got up late. Becky went to the market. I worked until 6 pm. We walked around the Left Bank and La Marias. We pasted Jim Morrison’s last residence. He “didn’t die here” the sign on the exterior of the buildings reads. I can imagine this 27 year old poet during the “French New Wave” cinema era soaking in Paris. We stopped and got pastries and a falafel. On the Left Bank we saw another ancient church. The cafes were full and there was music in the air. What is left in my work are forms that reads as things. I will continue to arrange the shapes into messages.