On a bike ID #2734
I’m pretty sure she’s me…
I love art for lots of reasons. It can transport me in time and in space. It can inspire me. It can challenge my thinking; teach me to
I didn’t get up enough speed to even scatter the birds.
observe and to contemplate. But while I appreciate all that art can do for me, I find the pieces that I enjoy most of all are those that give me a glimpse of self-recognition and make me laugh.
So maybe this piece by Tunis Dixon doesn’t resonate with you as it does with me. Maybe you didn’t have the day on the bike that I did. More’s the pity. This hard-charging gal reminds me quite clearly of me the last time I rode a bike. No, I wasn’t topless, but I was grinding away, wind in my hair on a beach down in South Carolina. I had the clunker; we drew straws and I lost. The bike was heavy, with wide tires that had no penchant for holding anything in the way of air pressure. But that wasn’t going to stop me. It was a glorious day on the beach and I was with my friends. They were riding like the wind and I was determined to do the same; grace and elegance be damned. Puffing and chugging, I was glad for the outing and chalked my sweaty exertions up to good exercise. I look at this gal and I think if I’d had my portrait made at that moment, on that day, this is what it would look like.
Tunis Dixon in his workshop.
Tunis, you nailed it. I saw myself and it made me laugh. Thank you for that!
Contributed by Linda for Beyond Borders/It’s Cactus