June 29, 2011

  • There'll Be No Show Tonight

    In the art class, in the old building, there is an old woman.
    I mean she is really old, like 90, with a big hump and long greasy gray hair
    that she pulls into a long pony tail with some type of hair clip, or clasp or chopstick or something.
    she wears these really big rubber soled Nikes.
    She wears jeans and her body is misshapen, bumps and lumpy hips and kind of 'stove up'
    she has alcohol on her breath
    she has no problem with make up
    she is hilarious
    they call her "Rocky".

    She is the one who bumbles around during the poses and makes the illustrator cry out and another old woman and myself laugh.
    The illustrator crys out about how annoying it is to be drawing with Rocky bustling around
    and rustling around with  her sacks and cases and bottles of wine.

    Last night Rocky dropped a bottle of wine and it shattered on the floor during a 20 minute pose.
    Her painting fell right into it.
    I helped her pick up her painting but in my mind I am thinking it is hilarious
    and wishing I could update my Facebook Status
    but you can't have your cellphones out in the building
    because of the nude models and art work
    i assume

    so i just went back to painting
    and laughed at myself.

    on Tuesday Rockey had a new bottle which she offers around.
    I have not partaken yet because I am not such a big fan of wine to begin with.
    one day I hope to have a plastic cup of wine with Rocky and paint.

    The art instructor told Rocky that this has to stop now
    Rocky protested that someone might get hurt
    the illustrator complained about how totally distracting it was
    Rocky said there was always a curmudgeon in the group
    she winked at me and smiled

    Rocky and I have already bonded

    There are several other people
    who are actually more at characters
    but they are still people
    but it is hard not to view them as actual characters living in New York City or something.

    I mean characters. I love it.

    I will probably say more but I have to deal with reality.

    There is a man from Nagasaki there, he must be my age.

    a Nagasaki Baby

    He was born because his parents believed they were to produce soldiers to fight and conquer Americans, and to protect them because they knew they would be attacked by America.  

    and now here he is,  studying art and being a regular American.
    .
    you should see him draw with only charcoal it is amazing.
    .
    Even though the world is a full color spectrum

    i may be studying grey scale and value
    .
    .....
    (after thoughts from Thursday, 6/30/11;
    the 'Nagi Baby must be at least 10 or 15 years older than me.
    Gosh he looks young.
    I have the strongest urge to shout;
    "Hey Rocky, watch  me pull a rabbit outta my hat!").
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