30.01.2016 Y is for yellow B-Week
Both of us had been out and about the last few days. Not even a cup of tea we had shared during the week. But today Cindy and I sat down at the kitchen table with a big pot of tea and Cindy told me the most peculiar story I have heard for long.
But please form your own opinion.
Cindy took a nip of the King of Jasmine, put down the cup and started.
“You won’t believe, what happened to me at the flea market last Saturday. Such a lovely market with an endless range of Bric-a-Brac, I really looooooove it there. But this time, there was something new. An old bald-headed man with a big nose was sitting on a stool behind an easle painting people, who posed on the other side of the canvas.
Cind had a another sip. “I wondered, why he didn’t feel cold in his white and black striped shirt”, she continued. “I was wearing my big boots and got already cold feet standing there only for five minutes. So I left him.” “Did you buy anything new, Cindy?”, I said, but she got furious. ” PLEASE, Petra, DO NOT interrupt me! After I had finished my stroll, and no I hadn’t bought anything new, he still sat at the same spot. He was looking in my direction and a charming smile appeared on his face. I turned around to look for the person, he was aiming for. But there was nobody besides me. He nodded and made an inviting gesture. Petra, he meant ME. So I sat down in front of him and he instantly started painting me. “I love your face”, he rose his voice talking with a nice southeuropean accent, “I live around the corner, why don’t you come and see me in my studio and sit for me?”
Cindy paused and grabbed her cup, which gave me the chance to ask her: “So you went to see this stranger?? And sat for him???. “Yes, yes, yes”, she got excited,”I spent the last few nights posing for him. He is pretty famous. I googled him. His studio is amazing and all his work, you won’t believe it, very funny statues and crazy pictures. But I found it bit irritating, that he had blue paint in use only. But never mind. He is a genius. Last night he finished the last piece and said, I could have it.” She jumped up and flew down the hallway to come back a minute later heaving a big parcel into the kitchen. We unwrapped it and here it was.
“Petra, I own an Original Bicasso”, she said as proud as a Spaniard,” this will fit over my sofa nicely.”
For my taste he hadn’t really had captured her eyes properly. But Cindy was sooooo happy with her portrait, that I didn’t dare to say, that I had never ever heard of Bicasso before.
She urged me to take a photo of her next to her Bicasso. ” but wait a for a sec”, she said and off she went heaving back the canvas. While I got my camera out, I could hear her rumbling around. “Peeeeeeeeetra”, she shouted, ” I am ready for the shooting. Come heeeeere, please.” I went to her room, finding her in her new bathing suit, Paige had made for her. “Why do you have to wear the bathing suit for this photo?”, I tried to find out, “But isn’t it B week at Carla girls class?”, she said and posed for the picture.
Yes, she is right, it is still B Week and there she is in her yellow bathing suit next to her blue Bicasso.