I had this picture above my desk at work and people used to like to stop and take a look at it ( it’s a seemingly refreshing change from the pictures of devils and tombstones that I’ve tacked to my ” wall of weird ” over the years ).

Then one day a co-worker stopped by and  gushed about the lovely old photo- the composition, the art, the meaning behind the picture.

” She’s dead ” I said.

” Well, ” my co-worker snapped ” of course she’s probably dead by now- that’s a really old picture ”

” Listen, ” I said ” SHE IS DEAD. She was dead when they took the picture, she was dead when they developed the picture,  she was dead when they framed the picture. That is a picture of a DEAD WOMAN.

” No she isn’t ”

” Yeah- I’m pretty sure sure she is ” I said.

Now days I could hang a dead moose from my wall  and I can promise you not one single person is going to stop by my desk to ask me about it.

They’d ignore it- even if it attracted flies and it smelled really, really bad. I’m pretty sure people would be very happy to  pretend like it wasn’t there hanging from paper clips and staples ( which is  all I have at my desk ) decomposing away.

Art is SO funny.