I inspected the earring of a woman sleeping next to me. "Copper colored plastic is the new gold", I thought and as she shifted I looked out the train window. No one wants to be caught staring. Storybook clouds hung in the blue sky as we passed rusting factories and the backs of old towns. At first I thought she was tired but she kept waking, shifting, blowing her nose. When the woman got up and staggered to the space between the cars a man followed and I heard him ask her if she needed a doctor. I hunted for the antiseptic wipes I pocketed earlier in the day. The conductor called out "Balll-teee-moore!" over the speaker and the woman came back to the car to collect her shopping bags from the rack. She rushed to the rear. After we came to a stop and I detrained, I climbed up the stairs to Charles Street. I felt safe.
Well the curators who visited the studio did not select my work for their big show. But! Forging ahead...yesterday and today are drop offs for a couple of salon shows. I have also been invited to show with another artist at a restaurant in September.
Today I attended a neighborhood tour hosted by the city's housing department to collect a coupon for five thousand dollars towards closing costs should I elect to buy a house that falls within their program parameters. As we walked past tidy gardens and freshly painted renovations, our tour guide listed many nearby amenities. We stopped at a corner for the back of the group to catch up. I pointed across the street and informed everyone helpfully; "A couple years ago a guy killed his girlfriend and stuffed her down that manhole. They didn't find her for months!". Our guide said she hadn't heard about that one and hustled us off to the next attraction.