"With your childhood flames on your midnight rug ..."
THE DIFFERENT
FACES OF ANNA
"SAD
EYED"/
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At times she seemed focused on her work. Making sketches, drawing, creating images. All of which showed personalities more than the clothes she designed. Like she tried on different characters, inhabited them and started to act like them.
She imagined that her trailer was parked on a beach in southern California. That she slept with the wind from the ocean rolling in through the open window. Smells of pine trees and salt.
In these fantasies her everyday surroundings where left behind. No thick fumes from rancid cooking oil, no stale sweat from used clothes at the market. No screams and loud voices. Everything laidback like in a song from the early seventies.
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug / And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs / And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs / Who among them do you think could resist you? / Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands
The smile on her lips was a smile from within; like the tranquillity around the old wise men she remembered seeing in church. Bearded men kneeling in front of a child.
When she worked her mind floated away like that. To distant, faraway times and places. To glimpses of the peace and quiet she yearned for but never seemed to find. "The grass isnīt greener on the other side!" Her mothers words echoed in her ears. Long gone, but strangely alive.