October 28, 2011
Tunes by Big Mac Daddy
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i am seventeen years old. my grandmother has just died. i am in a parking lot with the remnants of my family after the funeral. they are arguing. i am ignoring them and reading a newspaper. something catches my eye in the ‘arts’ section, i read a review on an art opening by someone named juan carlos noria at a local gallery. a day goes by, i take the bus to the gallery to see the paintings firsthand. something inside me stirs,the color schemes are pristine, the paintings flawless. i walk to the library to further research this artists work, i learn that he has a mural up at another local gallery. i am standing in line at the second gallery waiting to talk to the curator. .there is a short, funny little man in queue behind me.when it is my turn , i ask the curator about the mural and the artist. he tells me to ask him myself because he is standing behind me. i giggle like an imbecile and introduce myself. we talk for a while, i am nervous and make a fool of myself. i tell him that he is painting what is inside my head. he tells me to put it on paper. i take the bus home to my apartment. the chemicals in my brain hiss and fizz like they have never fizzed before. i think i have found what it is i am meant to be doing. delusions of grandeur and a cornucopia of colorful swirls fill my head. i am sitting alone on a bus smiling to myself. i look outside and see a rainbow hanging across the sky as if someone were smiling back at me.
