When my daughter asked me for a new span of boots we had to tell her a truth. “We can’t means boots until we get a pursuit or Bob Dylan dies, whichever comes first.” She wailed about a misapplication of it all and went away, as teenagers tend to do when relatives are around. But we hoped that Dylan wouldn’t die given I’m watchful for his subsequent CD and we rather like usually meaningful he’s out there, to keep Maureen Dowd in line.

A new span of shoes, we figured, was a reasonable request. After all, conjunction of us have had a new span of boots given a Bush administration, and what with her rash expansion that started during birth and my stroke bunion that started during mid-life, we both totter around wincing like nineteenth century Chinese dowagers wearing boots a distance of thimbles. But unless we can rip a crimson slippers off some passed magician we occur upon, we usually don’t consider boots are something we should trade income for because, after all, feet travel by themselves.

If things had been different, of course, we would have bought my tiny lady a new span of shoes, and maybe even thrown in a outing to a circus, though once we mislaid my pursuit and a sky started crashing down all around us, before we could contend pass a food stamps, we’d been downsized. The large residence was transposed with a tiny apartment, a seat shrunk to size, and a cathedral ceilings transposed with walls not most aloft than my head. The usually thing blank was a beaker that review “Drink Me” to give me wish there competence be an shun route.

In hunt of an shun route, we took register of what tiny was left. I’ve never famous most about income other than for some it grows on trees (until they get chopped down). But once we started reading about what to do with what was left so that it competence grow into sensuous abundance, we satisfied not even Suze Orman could save us. That’s when we stumbled on a Dylans.

The initial one was trusting enough. we came opposite it one dusk in a impulse of self-defeating despair, while following a internet route from amicable media sites that magnitude my value in practical friends to a tiny art gallery in London that totalled my value in amicable pretense. There were usually a integrate of them left, one that looked like a unfortunate scribbling of a murky ad man, though a other, a blast of tone to clap my walls. Three chairs, station dull in a hotel room splendid with fiery orange and magenta. Not most else. Just a portrayal of 3 chairs. We’d mislaid so many chairs.

We positively couldn’t means it. But there it was, a portrayal by Dylan for reduction than a cost of a house. Indeed, reduction than a cost of a window. It wasn’t an strange portrayal of course, that would cost a trailer in Tacoma, though it was a collector’s print, numbered and sealed by Dylan himself, and we figured a signature alone was value some-more than my bank was profitable me in interest. So in a click of a mouse, I’d bought it, afterwards went into a kitchen to boil some cabbage and beans and contemplate a rising cost of engineer vinegar.

I found a second one in a gallery in Scotland. The third behind in England. The fourth… good by afterwards there were no some-more walls, what with a other paintings and prints that have landed on a walls over a years, where they’ve turn windows into insinuate worlds of informed mystery.

The abandon competence be dancing during a feet, though my daughter knows. The Dylans are here to stay. The roof competence cavern in, a building be yanked out from underneath us, though it’s a walls that hang and comfort us. The walls have turn a home, where with a single, proposal gawk a eyes competence trip into other spaces, other times, places where memories and fantasies dawdle in a shadows and lines of tone brought to life. And once there inside a paintings on a walls, what improved place to lift adult a chair and smile.

(Bob Dylan will be releasing some-more of his design from a Drawn Blank Series on Jan 28, 2012.)

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