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Head In The Clouds
Last weekend I stumbled on a briefcase filled with what appears to be a collection of contest entries from the International Child Art Center, where Roman children had depicted various aviation scenes. In many of the works were the mention of Alitalia, the Italian airline operating out of Leonardo Da Vinci International Airport, Rome. While there is no mention of dates on the pieces I observed, my sense is that they’re probably from the 1970s-80s, as DC-8s (shown on the aircraft below) were most popular during this period.
In a side note, after conducting some supplemental research I found that on May 5th, 1972 there was a crash over in Palermo, Italy, involving an Alitalia DC-8 in which 115 people perished. However, I seriously doubt that children would be tasked to pay tribute to airline fatalities with colorful paintings.
While my initial intention was to take pictures of all the pieces, the oafish flea market vendor reprimanded me for not asking him first, so I lost out on the opportunity to catalog this interesting collection of images.
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In this episode, I want to do something new, exciting, and perhaps a bit bizarre. I’m going to tell you what runs through my mind as I look at these pictures.
1st picture:
The radar towers remind me of being on an Air Force base. Notice all the little people manning various aspects of the operation. There’s a whole lot of organization and communication going on there. There is so much going on there that really, the people in the picture function like a swarm of termites. The queen would be the plane, yes, she has wings. Everything is being done in that picture in the service of the Queen. Notice I capitalized her that time. She is important. We all need that bitch to fly, we all work toward it, and somehow it is for the betterment of us all. That plane is the Queen termite, and the Queen termite, is Hillary Clinton.
I know, that shit’s fucking your mind up, but hold on because I’m about to talk you down from your trip. (notice the multiple facets of meaning of the previous statement… it could mean that you are high on drugs, it could mean that you are major tom and I of course am ground control, or… hmm… i had another one, but I mind farted there. sorry.)
2nd picture:
God how I love this one. I swear I want it hanging on my goddamn wall. In a word this picture says to me “control”. This mother fucker is under control here. He’s lined up perfectly with the runway, all his guages are lit up in vibrant colors and working, and the sky couldn’t be clearer. This is the view from inside the plane of the first picture taken before the first picture was drawn. See, this looks like a take-off to me, not a landing. Yes, the plane is Hillary Clinton, that is bill inside her brain driving / flying her and everything is under control. Some of the dials look like clocks to me. That tells me that they know what time it is in London, Rome, New York, Honolulu, Moscow, Paris, and pretty much every fucking where. I know, it should have been a female pilot flying the Hillary. It’s not though, it’s Bill. He’s concealed inside her, where a good husband should be, but is he really controlling her? No. He’s guiding her. Without her, he can’t go any fucking where. Without him, she stays on the ground or worse, crashes. It takes cooperation.
I feel just like one of the little people in the 1st picture.