I remember how controversial that song by the Rolling Stones was when it first came out. Everyone thought it was about civil rights, then they thought it was about drugs, then they just hated it because they could. If that song were to come out today, I am sure everyone would say that it talks to about of the down side of Bi-polar disorder. But as an art student studying the avant-garde and surrealist artists, the song made perfect sense to me. Why not a whole world of one color like Kazimir Malevich, the abstract painter, wanted?
Mick should be very happy now. Today, everything made of modern plastic is black. All the remotes, calculators, makeup cases, wallets, phones and smart keys. I have a purse full of black things, which would be fine except most purses are lined with black material. Now, try to find one item in a dark lightless flexible bucket. Darn near impossible. After moving and shifting everything several times, I’ve had to dump out the entire contents of the purse to find one dang thing.
Now the problem has spread into my office. I cannot find the remotes for days and days because they are black. There are so many needed that they disappear under papers, books and behind boxes. One remote has the nerve to be light gray on one side and black on the other, which blends into where ever I put it down. I have a nice open top organizer, but they seldom end up there.
So, I’m headed to the craft store for some gaudy crystals, sequins and glitter glue. I am going to bedazzle every black thing I own so that they cannot fade into the darkness of the corners and drawers and desktops. I hope Mick Jagger won’t be mad at me
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