Title: Virgil Quick Come See, There Goes Rubbery Lee
Material: Oil on canvas
Frankness is the child of honesty and courage. – Robert E. Lee
When we left off last episode in this redirection of his myth, our hero with a thousand faces and one major character flaw, and future Hat-head Hall of Fame inductee, the unflappable (he could not be flapped, though he did experience a flap-lapse at Gettysburg) Robert E. Lee and his magical wonder-horse Traveler had become colorized and were flying, willy Lincoln – I mean willy nilly (if only a tad) off of their pedestal in a room that wracks and rocks like the stage at an Ornette Coleman concert I once attended. Yeah, that much.
The roof is gone and inside is outside, not unlike the ceilings that are always amiss in a Donald Roller Wilson dream painting (and like some of my own dreams). Our heroes are inside a flag, if you ever wondered what the inside of an American flag looks like. Inside a Confederate flag it’s too dark to read, which may explain a lot of things.
If Trigger – I mean Traveler — appears agitated, it’s because a horse divided against itself cannot stand it, if I may misquote my old friend Abraham.
Speaking of whom, has anybody here seen him? Can you tell me where he’s gone? He freed a lot of people …