How true: “Carl Sagan cared, punks!”. It seemed kind of funny to find this scrawled along a hundred feet of sidewalk under the Williamsburg bridge as I’d already decided to call today’s entry, “Yellow Giant” early this morning when I found a battered yellow lens that had popped out of the frames of a some kid’s sun glasses. I shoved the lens into my pocket like a bar of glycerine lemon soap and carried it with me the rest of the day. A yellow giant is the early state of a sun’s demise (before the red dwarf, etc.) if I can remember all the stuff I learned from Sagan’s show a million years ago… (or was it billions and billions of years ago?). But I wasn’t thinking of Carl Sagan this morning. I was looking at the green walls we’d spent Sunday painting with a fourth, or fifth color glaze of a decorative finish. We’d given the first four layers three years to dry before deciding it was too brite a green. So that’s why last night’s entry was a green giant (blue and red the days before that… which I just realized and so I suppose an accident). I thought it would be funny to name today’s entry, “Yellow Giant” in a sideways glace at yesterday’s green giant, ho ho ho… Today I had a nervous pocket of green money to pay the studio rent, but first went to Utrecht for canvas to start a giant painting and walked over the Williamsburg Bridge to save the two bucks subway fare, where I dug into my pocket and found, at last, the scratched yellow lens which I held over the camera lens and shot the distorted skyline for the Yellow Giant which exploded into an odd portrait after the sun died., but who cares? …. Yes Carl Sagan.
