A LITTLE MONSTER

In my dreams I see myself as a traveler. I kept thinking the other day whether I had done the right thing and leaving my family behind in Elyria but they still stand by me.

And so yesterday I dreamed of going back home, like on a tour bus; funny thing, could have just used my BMW. We took some very strange turns like going through exits shaped like SPIRALS…that's another recurring element in my work, one of nature's most primitive symbols, no end and no beginning.

I was on the way to pay the Old Man a visit where he worked at. Unfortunately, I found out his ´job´ was terrible; he adopted the form of this street artist who built small mechanical wind-up toys. He made a little monster, sort of furry, stubby with a rather dimmed color.

"How's business doing today?", I bothered to ask as I stood puzzled about what I was about to experience.

"Not so good, son, things have happened. But I'll tell you later, right now just watch the show..."

He cranked up the toy and placed it on a model of what seemed to be his house. It was shaped like a music box that eventually started to unfold and reveal different rooms meticulously decorated. The walls must have been colored in bright gold. Everyone cheered and the monster was happy and lifted its tiny arms as a sign of victory.

But then again, shiny things attract vermin. And so they did. The house became invaded with rats and cockroaches. But to my surprise they started fighting each other in a rather hearty battle. And what was even more surprising was that the damn roaches won. Dad told me when I was young that if the world ever ended they would become the best survivors.

And then I heard a song in the background, seemed sort of familiar, probably may have heard it once in my entire life:

"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return."

"Nature Boy", from an old Nat King Cole vinyl Dad used to play when he couldn´t sleep. He was very fond of that guy anyway, his voice always invaded the house with a sort of mystique, but don't get me started with The Christmas Song.

Nah, Adam was cool, but he was always trying to protect as if some giant and mysterious supernatural force was going to snatch me. Truth is it did. I attract lots of things, that's why now I that I think of it the wind-up monster was me.

That inspired me to make a painting called "Rabbit Monster".

About the whole rooftop euphoria thing yesterday I apologize...I´ll do it better next time. Edith and I talked it over and she keeps saying I wasn´t thinking, and I go, "of course you have to think, woman! It´s a matter of coordination, a ´hit or miss´ thing."

I´M SORRY, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, THEN?

And I politely answered, "I thought to myself, what if I hit this time? Will I fall or float, or fly, or warp into another universe?

YOU´RE HUMAN, YOU´LL FALL AND DIE...

"Then you know me awfully well, so then tell me what I´m thinking right now?" I asked as I progressively lifted my eyebrows.

I´M NOT A PSYCHIC!

"Neither am I, so we ignore what will happen then. Who knows, maybe I´ll land on my feet just like a cat. After all, my Dad thinks I´m actually a monster."

Good night and sleep tight, young vermin.