Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Bowl 25: David





It's a circus of sound, color, movement.
The steady beat of Brazilian drummers holds the space.
Onlookers bounce in rhythm with the band.
Even the Tai chi players seem somehow in sync.
 Children running, trailing brilliant streamers.
While overhead a giant kite/banner/origami thing snakes its way through the space
defining it. . . sheltering it . . .without really enclosing it.

He is drawing bowls as I approach -- with black charcoal on white paper.
But he is sitting on a blanket with three colorful paintings arrayed beside him.
$15 each, he tells me.

He's studying fashion at MassArt, 
the child of Columbian immigrants who came here to build a better life, 
and he is grateful for the opportunity to study art, to live among museums, 
and to draw inspiration from artists both living and dead.

I offer him a bowl. Not for a painting, just for his photo.
Hands smeared with charcoal against the pale glazed surface.
the drawing of his bowls behind.
The image, and the trade, are just right.
perfectly in sync with the rhythm of the drums
and the spirit of the day.



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