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| craig PELUSEY
8th - 9th April 2002 |
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| Untitled |
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| EXHIBITION INFORMATION |
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| I stand here in his café.
He looks out of the corner of his eye at me writing. Little does he know I stand here because of his wife. As I crossed the road to the café, there she was on the other side, caught by surprise, not expecting to see her, my stomach sank, turned and twisted. Her hair pulled back, loosely but neatly, a long dark trench coat covering her from the large raindrops that you knew have hit you when they landed. I caught her eye as we crossed the road, forbidden, but safe, it wasn’t a place to stop. I couldn’t help but turn as she passed. Low healed shoes, black silk stockings that cling to her narrow ankles and perfect calves, a dark navy skirt that ends just above the knees, sexy and unassuming. She carried herself well. It is amazing what you will find between the split in a coat. The less there is the more. I start my second beer in anticipation of another glimpse, the hope that more will be revealed. |
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| email : mergewithcraig@hotmail.come |