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| Postcard from Poupée
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ART comes from Solitude |
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| July 13th weather:cloudy |
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It has been a week since Sylvia left for New York. I haven't seen Don since Fourth of July. I knocked at his room, but no one answered. I visited the convenience store where he works, but he was taking days off.
Feeling bored and lonely, I drew fireworks I watched on July Fourth,which made me think about Sylvia more and made me more lonely. When I tried to color the fireworks, I realized there was no crayons in my place, so I decided to go ask Don, and knocked at his door again.
Don was sitting at the table and vigorously working on his script.
"Do you know where my crayons are?" I asked Don.
"No."
He answered without stopping from typing.
"I drew fireworks and I want to color it." I said.
"OK.Color it." said Don, remained hunched over the keys and still typing.
"I can't find my crayons. Did you take my crayons?" I asked again.
"No! I told you I don't know where your crayons are! Don't stop my flow. Use this."
Don picked up the newspaper that happened to be on the floor and handed it to me.
"You can tear it into pieces, glue the pieces on the paper and make fireworks.Take this superglue, too." said Don, still staring at the computer.
"That's newspaper. Fireworks should be colorful. Not black and white."
When I complained, finally Don turned to me.
"Don't you know many artists intentionally make black and white piece? Don't limit your imagination. Go work on it, but please do that in your room."
First I bit paper into pieces. 
I often do this on books, notes, magazines, anything made of paper when I get bored and frustrated, so this was an easy job for me.
Then I superglued those torn pieces on the paper to make them look like Fireworks.
This was hard work because superglue was sticky and stuck to everything.
Then I thought it was colorless and too monotone, so I added red with ketchup that was the only thing with color I found in my place.
Then I went upstairs again and asked Don to write the title "Fourth of July Fireworks".
After writing the title for me,
Don put it into the frame and said,
"Fireworks of this year is too painful for me to see. Please don't show it to me. Take it to Everybody's coffee and ask them to hang it on the wall."
So I did.
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| That evening, the owner of the "Gallery Exclusive" came over with a box of vet-prescribed canned food, "Chicken Variety Pack" in his hands.
Taking a serious tone, the Gallery Exclusive guy invited himself in and said,
"I saw your work at Everybody's coffee. I want to represent your work."
"Present? All of these Chicken Variety Pack are present for me!?"
I opened one of the cans in the box and tasted it. It was a real Chicken Variety Pack. I had full of them in the box now!
"Yes, it's all yours, but what I meant was not "PRESENT" but "REPRESENT. I would like to help you promote your works."
Taking a pen out of his pocket, the Gallery Exclusive guy opened a notebook and started to write down something as he asked me lots of questions.
"You are sending a powerful message to this country through your art. Seeing your work, I can feel your grief over the current situation in this country, but I see you are keeping your faith to America. You are sending us hope.Your work says it all."
"Thank you."
Munching a cat food, I thanked him without any ideas what he was talking about.
The Gallery Exclusive guy went on.
"I love the title. Fourth of July Fireworks: You were My dream.
I believe YOU in this title is indicating the United States of America. Nicely done."
Finishing up one can and opening another, I answered him.
"I don't think Don meant America. I think he meant Sylvia."
"Sylvia? Not America? Who is Sylvia?"
"Don wrote the title, but Don is sad right now because Sylvia left."
"Don? Who is Don? Is he promoting your works already?"
A few days later, my art work was on the art section of the local newspaper with my picture next to it. I don't exactly know why, but every time I look at a box of Chicken variety pack, I can't help but smiling.
I hope Don has his smile back soon.
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