Jim Morrison with a painting
by Juan O’Gorman
Mexico City, 1969 (CL15)

For a song lyric Jim wrote, ‘I’m a Changeling, See me change’. And he did change. It was as if he was a mirror reflecting whatever stood in front of him. If you were an over-the-edge crazy (and there were always plenty of them around), Jim could give you a good rendition of a wild man. If you expected Prince Charming, he could be chivalrous and dashing. Intelligent folk saw him as smart; bozos figured he was one of the bunch. Nice people knew Jim as pleasant and clowns asked him to join their circus. Sometimes the guy I thought I was getting to know disappeared, and I was shooting pictures of a stranger.