Chas (I)
Hattie's flying in from Sydney on their
flight that gets into Wellington the
evening of the first ever
Galaxies service for gay people and
their friends...
I've decided to get back to her and I'll
re-use those classic words — There is
something I gotta tell you. And she's
bowled me over. She's saying I love
you for your honesty. It's suddenly a
lot easier understanding why you can
be so on/totally off. I'm Arriving
Tuesday.
Which is the name of a little lovable
New Zealand film. And Chas went to that
very first Galaxies service.
I'm looking at a book called Fifty New York
Artists. Except for one Mapplethorpe
photo, it's pretensiously crappy. I love
looking at Lynne Pringle's mate Cathy,
who's flown in from New York to do a
dance workshop. She's standing on the arm
of my sofa, running the tips of her fingers
over Chas, incoherent with excitement.
1992 acrylic on hardboard 400 x 600mm