Floyd Pink was a body painter with a fly in the ointment, "it adds texture" he would say. He scaled the geometry of music to fit his lucid canvas. He was born to the commune, shared his paint brush with anyone who shared their undulations. His organic art and brown rice brush strokes earned him a reputation in 'Rolling Stone'. He lived in a test-tube bedroom with a flute player called Clair Voyance, who saw him for what he was and not for what he dreamed. "Life is a fiction" he would say while lounging in a paperback pot boiler and throwing random words across his thoroughbred canvas. Jealousy had no place in the test tube and free association permeated words, paint and sex. One day Floyd rebelled against all he was, bought a suit, got married and lied about everything in his past. Clair often wished he was here but he was always there and anywhere, but Clair always knew they would meet up again somewhere - and they did! That's the story of Floyd Pink - a body painter with a fly in the ointment!
Text by Trev Teasdel