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Two encounters:
1). Kevin and I had just draped the car cover over the car. He jumped into photographer mode as I continued to tug and stretch the cover making it as taut as possible. A car with two Trump supporters slowwwwly drive by, 1 mph. The driver asks, “Hey, buddy, what you hiding?” Even though I know that interaction can happen, I was completely taken back. All I could hesitantly say was, “I…can’t…tell…youuu….”. Then stopped the car. His eyes meeting mine, piercing like lasers, he said, “No, really. What. Are. You. Hiding?” Again, taken back and in a bit of shock, I gestured zipping my mouth closed and throwing away the key.
Eventually, they parked. I moved towards the front of the store near the entrance. As they were approaching the front, they were moving and waving them arms at Kevin, happily repeating their movements for the camera. The driver commented that there was a Lamborghini under the cover, with his partner, an older gentleman saying, “The only Lamborghini at Wal-Mart….Ten dollars worth of paint Lamborghini!” Not sure if that was supposed to be an insult or a compliment.
2) As Kevin was documenting, I stay back, soaking it all in, trying to enjoy the piece and keenly watching passersby. A Wal-Mart employee, apparently on break, was smoking a cigarette…right ou front of the main entrance. I suppose their is no state law, city ordinance, or company policy to keep smokers at bay, away from customers. A dark man, from African descent, with a thick accent, asked me from afar, “What is it??”. I approached smiling nervously, again shellshocked from an actual encounter, responding reluctantly, “I don’t know………..It’s a car cover.” He puffed on his fag, motioning for me to move on, dismissing me and saying, “Oh, okay.”, like as though, nothing important, leave me alone to finish my cigarette then…..I knew I had screwed up. And I knew it was more than a car cover, although I still haven’t figured what, but I quickly responded, “It’s a break, like your cigarette…A relief from these times (meaning post-Trump election)…but, not a distraction. No, not a distraction. I do not want to distract us from the problems right now, but at least a moment to breath.” Puffing away, he probed further, “But, what is it?”. In retrospect, I believe he objectively wanted to know that it was a car cover painted with spray paint, stretched over rental car, but I answered, “Sometimes it’s not about answers, but about providing questions.” He replied, ” Ohhhhh, it’s art.” Which I couldn’t believe. This notion is not exactly about art is not exactly common sense. I questioned his awareness about art and he said he knew about it. I mentioned then, that he knew exactly what it was about. “But, what is going to happen now?” “This moment. This experience.” I said. It’s burned in your mind, and in mine, forever.” He puffed away and we said our goodbyes and good lucks.