My "love" feng shui is fucked.
I've been reading up on it and discussing with single friends the idea of feng shui-ing our homes to create a space that is conducive to attracting a healthy romantic life. Some of the tips include implementing photos and wall art that depict happy couples, or that display the kind of relationship you hope to manifest, or just images of anything in pairs.
Hmm... So looking around the studio at my artwork, I see: a grotesque female with one boob clutching a cocktail; an old pulp novel cover screaming, "Why Get Married?"; a black & white photo of my deceased cat and dog; another black & white photo of a woman's legs; and a painting an ex gave me of a long line of mermen.
I shudder to think what feng shui experts would say this all means for my lovelife.
Yikes.
Well, maybe it's not a recipe for disaster, but just a blueprint for unconventional romance.
I never did do normal very well.
1 comment:
well, at least the cat's on a pedestal...
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