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Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Under the Paint: The Bart Station Painting

This is a picture of a train station.

Affectionately known the world over as the "Barty Bart Bart" painting, Paulette's painting of her local rapid transit station has won over hearts young and old, juvenile and aged, modern and ancient, damn near every kind of heart imaginable because it's just that kind of painting.  It's the kind of painting that's for everybody, every single person in the world no matter how different they seem to be on the outside.  This very painting is the glue that keeps all people together, and it also keeps them from killing each other because they recognize that they all share a love for this painting.

And there's a back story.  The painting has a back story that goes like this.

Paulette went to the Bart station and set up her easel and started painting.  At one point in her painting process, the mailman was going to park his van in front of her, but he double parked instead so that he could take some mail in to the Mexican restaurant.  Paulette thanked him and he said it was no problem, but the cars going around his van honked their horns like it was a problem so Paulette was confused about the whole thing.

Some woman asked how the painting was going, and Paulette responded, "I'll let you know in a month," to which the woman responded, "It's a nice day for painting anyway," and then Paulette said, "Yes, it is."

And then the sun started shining directly on the painted canvas and Paulette couldn't see sh#t because of the shiny, blinding glare, so Paulette waited the sun out, until it moved a bit, and she also moved her easel to put the canvas back in shade, making it possible for her to continue.

And then there was some street violence.  Two cats started fighting about 10 feet away from her, and so Paulette hissed and stamped her feet and the cats kind of stopped, and then they stood really close to each other with their hair standing up like they were electrocuted and really tense, but they didn't resume fighting with their earlier intensity, they just faded into obscurity.  Later, the cats attacked Paulette and held her at knife-point, threatening her life if she should ever interfere in future fights between these two rival cats.

And then she stopped painting and went home.


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