I never remembered how or when I got here, knowing little of my life prior to being a figure of art
It is a strange feeling to be constantly stared at, even if admired
It’s agonizing seeing people live their lives in such a real way outside of this fishbowl that is my life
The only joy I get is observing the observers, listening for the mistakes that they are contemplating making
Attempting to predict their next moves, sometimes disapointed, sometimes proud of their actions as if I have an ounce of control over the outcomes
But today, today feels different
It began as any other day in the museum, until an altercation pursued between who I thought was an innocent bystander and the perpetrator, an older dark haired gentleman
Even their correspondance was normal until their conversation escalated from cordial to defensive
The bystander, a young man named Dave, who appeared fresh out of grad school, sleep deprived and disheveled
The perpetrator, an older attractive gentleman clean shaven with specks of silvered hair, refined, yet suspicious-Dave referred to him as Joe
As I watched their intensity increase as Dave refused to abide by Joe’s demands, Joe presented his gun as a solitary statement in its own right, prepared to use it as necessary to convince the young man to adhere to his commands
Dave’s surprise informed me that he had never imagined this circumstance as a possibility, and yet his surprise was the least interesting part of this show
The strangest thing happened: They both simultaneously turned not just to my painting, but to ME, PERSONALLY, eye to eye as if they were positive beyond doubt that I was not only a part of the painting, but that I am a person stuck in an alternate reality, destined to live amongst them in the real world
Now I was hooked.
questions flooded me, starting with the obvious: how could they possibly know that? and who am I?
Dave took this pause as an opportunity to run, but as he was about to do so, Joe cocked the gun; he meant business
Dave turned around to assess his options, but it was too late, Joe fired the gun
I knew today felt different, but I had no idea what was in store for me
I don’t know exactly what happened next, it was just a knee jerk reaction to protect a young man
I found myself stupidly reaching for Dave, to cover him from the bullet, as if I had this ability
only to find out that I did.
When I reached for Dave, pulling him to safety, I did a little more than intended
I pulled him into my painting, only now it was his painting, because I was busy dodging his bullet
To Be Continued….