Nov 8, 2020
There’s one open art gallery at the Blackhawk m-Mall and natyempo nung dumaan ako there’s a musician at the door. There’s an ongoing launch or art opening on this day.
There are no other people except the lady managing the gallery so I stayed for a few minutes outside listening to the music.
A musician is an artist and any artist needs a genuine appreciation of his work and / or talent.
I showed the musician that I was enjoying his music and when I entered the door, I gave him a $20 bill. I didn’t have a lot of cash in my wallet but I didn’t want to give him a dollar. I wanted him to feel good about what he does, to feel proud of his talent. He looked surprised when I handed over the bill. He gave me a beautiful smile and a big thank you. I nodded and smiled at him too. Actually I should be the one thanking him. I wasn’t feeling good in that moment– stressed about the future, upset about a few things. Sometimes life overwhelms me. When I saw him, my eyes lit up and the few minutes that I was watching him made me relax a little bit. A few minutes of calm is worth more than twenty dollars.
According to the gallery, the artist who created these landscapes would be at the gallery in two days. I thought of coming back to meet her but this place is an hour drive from where I stay so I wasn’t able to come back. My sister finds the subject too old fashioned. I like this kind of subjects. Maybe I am an old soul. What does that mean? Maybe my soul is recycled.
After we had dinner at The Grille, I saw the same musician walking towards the parking and he instantly recognized me. He smiled at me and nodded, and I smiled back. My sister was amazed at how this guy knew me. I told her friends kami nun.
