Donna Fleischer

kHyal’s barcelona

photographed assemblages-- 

candy. fruit. the undersides of mushrooms. tulip and garlic bulbs. red onion, radish. toy 

assault weapons. red wisk detergent bottles. mosaic — walks, walls, even graffiti angels 

and devils. gaudi.

on a building

turist you are the terrorist–

the dripped black letters

pastel carousel horses around the corner from so many blood brown cloven hooves

strung on meat hooks. a street mime pinocchio with the cricket on his sleeve. and 

sleeping beauty, who offers up a serpent in one hand, an apple in the other. the bulge

of her vinyl breasts.

kiosk postcard snaps of dishy women kissing each other, some looking criminally

insane. the giant billboard of dali’s “great masturbator”.

silvery fish on ice

a man seated at a café

his scared eyes

the floodlights. packaged in rows of corrugated box cartons; each bell-shaped glass

bulb rendered in rounded, thick, black strokes holding pinkorange pools of light,

endlessly repeating, pulling you in.

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