Part II
Part II
I came down
stairs with no other intention of but to exit the building and go find a place
to eat. Ticking off a box in my head marked, experience at a gallery and then
keep it movin’. Silly me. Then what happen was this short Asian lady, middle
age, slightly older than me, (shut up I’m being complimentary), well anyway she
asked me if I’d like to have some food that was laid out for guest for a book
signing. The two gentleman that I had saw earlier had contributed to a book.
Emanations Third Eye Edited By Carter Kaplan. One of the gentlemen helped
organize the illustrations for the book. Mr. Terrence Lindell. (Or so I
remembered him telling me something about that. I could be wrong as I am
writing from memory.) Mr. Lindell I found out later is the co-director and
chief Administrator of the Williamsburg Art and Historical
Center in Brooklyn.
Well I was hungry wasn’t I? Yes,
I was but I certainly didn’t expect to be asked to snack with real live artists
now was I. Of course me being a person who
could not turn down food; even if my life depended on it, did not say no. Of
course not; So I did. The next thing I know my picture was being taken with the
editorial illustrator of the cover of the book Emanations Third Eye and one of
the contributing writers. The picture was taken by the Curator of the Musuem
Yuko Nii. (The short Asian lady whom I mentioned previously in Part I.) At the
time I was quite nervous as I am around strangers but with cake in hand and
smiling like a bemused idiot the photo was taken.
Then I sat down and began the
introductions. Ms. Nii asked me to tell me about myself and I told her that I
was a blog writer, poet, and was currently working on a book. A short story
about a young man who is trying to survive in a changing world. A new world
order. I went on about that for a bit carried away on a shield of artistic
fevor. Then it began; That moment when conversation about one thing led to
another. The writer began talking about his experiences in a South American
Country where a certain image of a demon was on display. He displayed it and it
had cause a stir because this gang in the area used a demon as there gang
display. You know it was there symbol or something. This is where memory
slackens a bit as I try to remember every thing that was being said. The convo
segued into politics a bit and as Mr. Lindell did not like going into that sort
of discussion we moved into a discussion of spiritual beliefs and I was
relieved to find that my sharing of my theories did not shock nor annoy them.
If anything my theories seemed to
match up with what that artist and writer was saying about God and
spirituality. We synced up and matched just with about everything on that
topic. I’ll try not to bore the reader or at least stem the tide of proselytizing
so that I can go on with this essay. At any rate we talked and talked till I
noticed that the sun was going down. I was having such an unbeliveable time
talking with those three amazing people that I barely noticed the time.
Sadly all good things must end
and it was a long way home. I gave Ms. Nii my email and blog address and bid
them goodbye. I must say that I would have stayed longer but I had the feeling
that the museum should be closing and that as much as an enjoyable time as we
were having I didn’t want to hold Ms. Nii up.
As I was walking to the bus stop
I had a epiphany of sorts. What if I hadn’t decided on a day of culture what if
I had instead decided to go to the movies or something? (Not that going to the
movies is not culture in of it’s self. However what I had in mind that day was
a day of high end culture.) Instead I searched my internet and found something
I had not planned on doing.
Having a meaningful day filled
with Serendipity.
Well that was my experience for
what it’s worth. I hope that someday soon my readers will have an experience
with Serendipity soon.
Thank you for reading
Note: I may have forgotten more than I remember however it must be said
that I think the reason for that is that I took so long in writing this and
lost my notes. Bievenido Bones Banez Jr.
may have been the ‘writer’ I was talking to but now that I think on it and did
some research of a sort I think he is an artist and if you wish to research him
yourself go ahead. I mean I’m not Google you know. ;)
