Indian blues

I just finished this painting "Indian blues" and I want to rewrite down what I felt during the working progress and why I made this autoportrait of me :

The airport terminal B72 somwhere in the southern France was waiting for me, the wind blows strong, the train-station is closed and I have to stay few nights in Marseille. I was searching for some free rooms in the high season, but my views were like dismal outlook. So I took a look around, see which way the wind blow and I know it is not the way to the girls in their bungalows :)

Than I saw her... I see her hair is burnin' and the hills are filled with fire. I never saw a woman like her, fill with pain and desire..

So I took the ride, the wild fire in her desire, I felt the rising, the emotion so amazing, the monitor lizard on my back and her cold hand on my neck. The next few days I stayed at her place and the only thing I saw was her face. I have never know her name or where she is from! She could be a lucky little lady in The City of Light, she could be my futured Bright, she could, but I just took a powder and than I was gone. She lagged somewhere behind without knowing my name or where I was from, even where I will go. One second during this time I felt that I never saw a woman like her, fill with pain and desire with the hair burnin' and the hills filled with fire and in this second I just looked like on my painting called "Indian blues" staying in front of her and I am sure that she just saw me like this when she looked at me staying there in her room.

*Indian blues" will be one of few paintings in mixed media on the theme "the risin` days before Avignon 2005"