I talk to the Mona Lisa
It's not that I'm mad or crazy or
insane or anything like that, it's
...I get lonely walking through these
"We'll always have Paris" the movie
says. There's a whole world out there! Romanticised. And here I am on
my own, again. Night after night. Rinse, repeat, "Play
it Again Sam."
But the Mona Lisa's always there.
Smiling. Well, almost smiling.
Why don't I speak to any other
pictures? you might ask. Well, to be honest, I just can't imagine any
of the others speaking
What would a Cézanne even say? "I've
got a headache?" You can't talk to a Picasso, because his mouth's in
the wrong place.
And I wouldn't even try my luck with the cubists or any of that other
No, No, the Mona Lisa is the only girl
"Vincent," she calls softly,
"...Come and talk to me."
Antony Sammeroff is
a piano tutor, playwright and musician living in the West End of
Glasgow. He writes as a theatre critic for The Skinny and is
in residence with a Glasgow-based community theatre project (Attune
His blog is available for viewing at http://reasonspiritandesthetics.blogspot.co.uk
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