I am an Artwork

In San Francisco I was ignored or harassed as homeless when I got the pins and needles and sat in half lotus or lied down in the street.

In Los Angeles, the sidewalk was so dirty and full of glass that I wouldn’t lie down, but I huddled shirtless on the curb and no one paid me any notice.

In New York, as soon as I feel the symptoms coming on I have been popping out of the studio to sit on the sidewalk.  The studio is in the prime Chelsea art district.  When I sit in half lotus in front of gallery row, people slow and look.  They are mostly wondering why a man in a t-shirt is sitting in a yoga pose in 30 degree weather.  But some of them stop dead in their tracks, and contemplate me… AS IF I WERE A WORK OF ART!  I swear someone almost reached for their camera.

Chemo Cruising

I had a pins and needles attack at lunch in a restaurant yesterday.  I felt it coming on, and walked out of the door onto Flatbush, and pulled up my shirt to get some cool air.  This is what I do all the time.  But this time I got cruised.

This crusty, trenchcoat wearing, almost homeless looking, scruffy headphone listening dude stops dead in his tracks, stares at me, and makes a grin.  Now if it were some hot Chelsea Muscle Boy…  JK.

But seriously, I’m having a crazy pins and needles attack, and this dude is thinking “that is some hot exposed flesh.”  So I just turned away from him.  I did want to explain the whole thing…  He kind of kept looking for a while, then wandered off.

It was funny. I came back into the restaurant and asked O if she had seen it.  And she had.  She pointed out that he went and took a menu so he could pretend he was doing something other than cruising me.