Sep 25, 2009
Nothing Up My Sleeve
We also traveled into the mountains of Lebanon and stayed a few days. It was a sleepy little town whose only source of electricity was a single generator. The power was constantly going out. Everyone in the town seemed to be related. Each person I met was introduced as their cousin. Word quickly spread that an artist was in their midst. Like I previously stated in an earlier post, people in Lebanon really love people who can do art. The first thing I did was draw the house where we were staying. Everyday more and more "cousins" showed up to see me in action. Adults and kids alike. The kids loved to sit one inch from me, constantly bumping and hitting my arms and hand by accident while I tried to draw. One man brought his whole family to meet me. He even called me a "gentleman." I had become so popular that a friend of ours said I could probably get elected mayor of the town. He was not even kidding. The only problem was that every town was full of posters with politicians faces on them. Yun asked about one poster in particular and we were told that he was not a politician. It was someone who was shot dead. It was a memorial poster. He said that you only get on a poster if you are a politician or if you are shot dead. That was enough for me to end my bid for mayor. The highlight in the little town was when a musician (cousin) wanted to show his gratitude to me for letting his son watch me draw by coming over to perform live. It was amazing. I loved it and best of all I got to show off my dance moves for my new friends. What a blast.