THE THIN WATERS OF ESCAPEGOATISM
So the other day my friend Mr. Sir sent me a hilarious YouTube link. It seems Jimmy Kimmel, a comedian with a TV show of some sort (I don’t have TV) had a monologue about a clip from a sports show with a sports guy named Emmett (sp?) talking about another sports guy in which he referred to him as an “Escape Goat”. I could only heart that more if he had said exscape goat, like when people say eXpresso rather than eSpresso or ax in lieu of ask. Jimmy Kimmel said he had an Escape Goat outside waiting for his escape (see exhibit 1).
This reminded me of a girl I once worked with who delightfully used idiomatic expressions with a naive and jaunty lack of awareness of their intended meaning. Recounting a row with her boyfriend one morning at the watercooler she said, “And then I was like, ‘You are walking on thin water buddy'”. I wish I’d written them all down. So much of life is lost through the colander of my mind.
Anyway – I decided to make my own Escape Goat.
My first attempt at creating the Escape Goat calls from one of my nicknames, “Monkey” and portrays a gangster-like escape-apade in a Key West-ish back-drop, fraught with dashes and drama.
While frank in its portrayal of the angst of the seemingly criminal yet misunderstood monkey (see body language), the varying artistic styles are indicative of the diverse origins of the partners in crime as set against the cheesily cliche serene aura of their chosen crime scene, highlighting the palpable combined gangst that the monkey and the goat bring to the situation.
The backdrop calls to mind Jimmy Buffett and that Wasting away in Margaritaville song, suggesting that perhaps de-angstifying relief, coping mechanisms and/or self-medication come in the form of a tequiliac gangsteraide, in an imagined word play on the escape piece of the escape goat phraseology and angsty sunsets, rainbows , unicorns and the desperation of a life of crime, or a life lived or half-lived on the lam. (ooooh–life on the lamb….) .
But then I was inspired by the clowns that haunted my dreams last night and I got some help from my friend Marc (Chagall, of course) who suggested I call on art history and particularly his work and so I created the photoshop opus Two Clowns on Escapegoatback. I don’t think I have ever been so proud of (or made such strides in) work from my projectile photoshopping series.
See the clowns. From what do they flee, in their double-entendre wanders? The fans, geometric in style and in stark contrast to the fluidity of their holders’ personage, doubly signify a desperate attempt to defray the heat of the moment from which they flee as much as the moment itself; contrastingly amoebic and non-geometric in scope. Freed from their original backdrop yet leaving a grey-checkered photoshop void where they once reposed, they find themselves out of their aesthetic canvas-like element, on the other side of the goat, disconnected and leaving one void only to run to another. The goat is confused. For, to the goat, only the grass is greener on the other side and the grey checkered void means nothing.
In his confusion, the goat mistakenly appears amused (in reality the goat is medicated), as if failing to grasp the gravity of the situation. The goat’s backdrop belies his intellectual capacity – wrinkled, pat, and vaguely reminiscent of aluminum foil. The clowns look forward, with eyes only on the future, delusionally focused on the notion that escape via a goat is cliche, therefor it is.