ONCE UPON A TIME
“A joyous mural born in an era filled with fear” (D. W. Dunlap), Once upon a time is located at the second-floor men’s room of the Gay and Lesbian Community Services Center, 208 W 13th Street, New York
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These art-murals that Keith Haring painted in 1989 take me invariably to my early childhood. It’s not that sex then was like that -certainly not as genital as Haring depicted it here, black on white- but there was a large quantity of it that still comes to my body whenever I look at these paintings by Haring in the shape of old, slow, soft waves of warmth.
Apart from sex, the main source of pleasure in my childhood days was drawing. I remember with elation my first proper drawing as vividly a I remember my first orgasm.
That “first” drawing -I will not take into account my early mural-paintings- was irretrievably lost. It was green within a circle, orange in a square and blue in a triangle. I remember the pleasure involved in filling in the circle and the polygones, trying to keep the colour of my pencil within the limits of the black line. I drew it when I was three as a test for a school.
Not having kept my own childhood drawings, I have kept this one by my niece Teresa. She wasn’t still four when she made it while I was having tea with her parents. The legs of this table have become ever since a dear symbol for the unstoppability of pleasure and imagination.