I see myself in Anna and Bernard Blume’s raucous photos of a hausfrau being overwhelmed by her kitchen chores. Potatoes fly about as if they are being juggled by poltergeists. How is it that if you put me on the dance floor, I can do anything–hip hop, samba, tango, and even modified break-dancing if I’m wearing pants and my knees are up to it, or rather down with it. But in the kitchen….
The other day when I bunked a pot of water against the tap, the water flung up onto the counter. When I lifted everything from the counter, I ended up bunking the top of the fire extinguisher into the cabinet. It sprayed white powder all over the place until I got it to stop. Selective Klutz-erie is how I see it. What about you?
This photo is from the website http://viewoncanadianart.com/2008/05/27/voca-at-the-hamburger-bahnhof-berlin/