My sister Amanda is visiting! She's not only blonde and gorgeous, she's also an artist in the making. When I say artist, I say it in that French way: une arrrtiiiiiste. She paints, and she does it so well. We've been looking at photos from her examination exhibition (she graduates high school in three weeks) and I'm simply in awe of her talent! Since we're sisters, there's obviously some competition between us, and I wanted to show her I'm pretty arrrrtiiiistic myself. So... I went outstide and took a photo of my shoes.
Then we discussed it for twenty minutes. I mean, we could have talked about my piece of art for at least an hour, it's just got so many layers. Of course I want to share some of our deep and meaningful analysis with you guys!
"OK, so, I call this... The Invisible (Wo)Man. The theme is the Tunisian revolution."
"Obviously."
"Yeah, obviously."
...
"Umm... yeah. As you can clearly see, there's someone standing there, you just can't see him... or her."
"Oh, that's why it's called The Invisible (Wo)Man!"
"Yup."
"I see that the shoelaces aren't tied. I suppose that's a metaphor for not being able to move forward. It's like, you stand there, and everything looks so peaceful, but as soon as you try to go your own way, you trip and fall on your own shoelaces."
"Yeah, right on your face."
"Ouch, that's gotta hurt!"
"Revolutions always hurt. But sometimes, they're necessary, if you want to be able to stand on your own two feet."
"Try walking a mile in my shoes, so to speak."
"I mean, I wouldn't want to be in President Zine El Abidine Ben Ali's shoes. But he put them on himself. Or maybe he had people who did that for him?"
"Metaphorically speaking?"
"No, literally."
"Oh. Yeah. Maybe. Wow! We surely could discuss this for hours."
"That's art for you, baby sister. That's art for you."
"You're wise."
"I am. I sure am."
"I ADMIRE YOU SO MUCH! I WANT TO BE JUST LIKE YOU!"
Hmm. I have to stop writing now. This adorable little creature keeps pinching me, telling me I'm writing lies on my blog. How dare she?! I swear on my brown leather litas that this is exactly the conversation we just had! Seriously! Almost exactly.
