I walked the streets hand in hand with him, by him. Ian. How he got here I had no idea, of course, like I always do I must have found a way to reach him.
It was night and the moon was full, the wind was rude.I had nothing else to say, but to break the silence I asked:
"Which do you think is the greatest art piece?"
He didn't say... he weirdly out-walked me and went to stop in front. Troubled were his eyes as he watched me approached. And when I was a foot from him, he answered:
"The Mona Lisa if it were a painting of a black woman".
I laughed. I don't know why but I did. I didn't know what he said was funny till I did.
"Yes. It is crazy I know but... The Mona Lisa is a great painting. I love it. So I toy with the idea of what it would be if it was a black woman. I am a lover of black women, chocolate is my favourite snack and black is my favourite colour. After grey, before brown of course".
"I don't care what you have to say for yourself but society dictates men shouldn't have favorite colors. That's not masculine".
I made sure to say it in the way he knew it was a joke.
"Yes well, our African society is influenced by tradition. And what's that they say about tradition? That it is just peer pressure from dead people".
He had an odd way of thinking, quite expected.
"If we are talking about portraits and paintings, The Mona Lisa. But if we are talking about Events, poems and all else that could be dimensionalized into Art, there's a long list".
"I see... in a way you mean the way the story of the woman and her clay daughter is thee Art for me. Even though it's not Art".
"Exactly".
"So what is top on your list?" I asked.
"Let's start from the bottom. My least is the Crucifixion of Jesus".
"What?"
I knew he was dark but now he was just telling me he was Satan's pet.As if he had seen through my thoughts, he mockingly smiled and said:
"Don't get me wrong... I am not rooting for the Jews".
Having somewhat been raised in a religious home, I was praying that my idol wasn't an anti-Christ or cultist or something.
"There's a lot of opinions about the supposed 'son of God'. Sceptics say it was all a hoax... That it's all from a novel Stephen King had written in one of his past lives. The religious believe that from his death, a cleansing rained and for some reason, it set them free. Historian's think of it as just that, history. History that had been dragged too far off context. Like Jon of Ark, like Vlad the Impeller".
"And you, I began. "What do you think?"
"I choose to look more at the lesson than the story itself. What I get from it is, no one will accept a revolution until blood is spilt. It doesn't matter whose blood".
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The Art of Killing You
Mystery / ThrillerNatasha is an African girl in love with Art. She can't take that she is in the last moments of her life because she has cancer. She travels to Paris to live out her dream of becoming a recognized painter before she dies. There, she meets Ian. And ge...
