Halloween, I don’t answer the door, I don’t want to scare children, not even those proffering threats and demanding gifts.
I was talking to a colleague today who has really embraced the Halloween thing.
His full size skeleton arrived today.
I couldn’t be trusted with a full size skeleton. I’d want to pose it rudely.
You know those wooden figures you can pose for figure drawing? You know the jointed wooden hands you can pose likewise? The book shop in the turbine hall at Tate Modern has loads of them. I can’t resist making them offensive, one and two fingered gestures mostly.
I regret that I don’t have the sort of personality that makes the peace sign or the ok sign with otherwise inanimate hands. I recognise that this is a failing.
One visit a shop assistant was rearranging the hands into non rude poses. Do you have to do that often? I asked. Constantly, was the reply. Apparently I’m not the only childish art gallery, gift shop marauder. It lessens the guilt I think I should feel.
It’s just occurred to me that if I learnt the sort of sign language the hard of hearing use I could sign entire offensive words! I bet you can find those signs on the internet,
I’ll add that to my to-do list.
It’s good to have life goals.
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