Dead/Yet we live. Our hearts ache but
we have the joy of the Lord
I can't put this joy-soaked blurry news
print photo down.
"I hope I'm not being shadowed by the KGB
plainclothes people in Leningrad
subway. How will I know Valeri Barinov?
An emaciated man with a huge smile, a
pounding pnuemonia cough, a runny nose
races towards me, and hugs me and takes
me to the tiny apartment Tanya and their
two children share."
I was supposed to die in prison. I'm, a
Christian exploring rock music. But the
men in my cell worked out a cuddle roster
to warm me when I got sick. Tanya was
chucked out of her job. I would like to
come to the west to work on my craft."
I'd love to sponser then. None of the
outfits I ask seem interested. Today
Otago Daily Times has a couple of
off-hand paragraphs about them. Cliff Richard
told Maggie Thatcher to ask about them
when she gets to Moscow. A few hours
later, they're pushed into an Aeroflot
plane to Britain. It's Christmas morning...
1987 acrylic on hardboard 380 x 540mm