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"I think the power must be cut," said the guy.
He had a pleasant voice and didn't seem affected. This was in contrast to the churning in my stomach. I hate elevators. Trying not to sound hysterical. "Oh," I said feebly as I proceeded to kneel down and start picking up all my art tools that had bounced and clattered all over the place.
"May I help," he asked.
"No, no, " I said trying to hide the beads of sweat that seemed to be erupting from no where... out of my upper lip and fore-head all at once. I continued to pick up my things and he stooped down and started to help me too.
"That's alot of stuff. A portfolio and a geometry box."
'Yes, its for my Art and Design course."
"Oh are you enjoying it?" he asked.
"Yes. I mean it's fine. I mean it's awfully humid in here isn't it," I said clawing with the tissue-packet that steadfastly refused to open.
"Here let me help you," he said.
"No, its o.k.," I replied as the packet dropped to floor. And we both barely missed bumping into each other's heads as we bent down to collect it.
I jumped back.
"Are you an architect?" I wondered out loud.
"No actually I'm a painter and sculptor."
"Wow. I've never met. I mean I've never met a real artist. That sounds interesting."
"Interesting...I've never heard anyone describe art as just interesting."
"I mean, I mean of course it's much more than interesting. I meant it's it's wonderful. Enchanting."
"Enchanting? That's a new one."
"O.k. How would you describe it," I asked getting slightly miffed at his slight.
"Well it could be said it is one way of registering and living the extensions of society through all the peripheries and spheres of our existence in all time and place. In fact, you might say even creating your own time and place bringing everything into a cyclical context."
"Ah...sure," I said flabbergasted at his Webster's definition. Trying to find a way to put in my Loonie's (vernacular for one Canadian dollar) worth. "Yes I see what you mean. I agree. I think art and artists are cyclical sort of like a Greek tragedy...you know where everything comes full circle. And the palette could be likened to the chorus. Yeah like a riot of colours. Like a chorus you know like in Antigone where everything sort had a perfect and tidy ending," I said realizing that not only did this sound dumb, but convoluted.
"Interesting," he scrunched his forehead.
"Precisely. See I said that already. Interesting. Yes, Art is definitely interesting And that would be full circle," he laughed catching the humor in our conversation that was really going no where and yet said so much.
The elevator started and we both proceeded to the next floor. The door opened. He gently lifted my portfolio from my hands allowing me to leave the elevator with some semblance of dignity.
I heard one of the girls whisper to another as we exited, "She got stuck in the elevator with..." and then the voice muffled only to return, "How lucky can you get?"
Dear QT:
Can I call you that? Not that we know one or another or anything. Actually I love all types of food especially fusion. I love the palette of cuisine that takes the best from East and West. And since we both live in the Toronto area why don't we meet for lunch or something?Ratinace
Dear Ratinace:
Actually, I'm not really sure if its a good idea to meet. You can call me QT although my real name is Pehr, I mean we really don't know each other although it might be interesting to meet. I'm not sure if its a good idea at this time. QT
Dear QT:
Well if change your mind please let me know. I can usually be found on the U of T campus most days especially Monday, Wednesday and Friday's...I also don't mind helping a good-looking "Plump" girl that really is much prettier than Aishwariya Rai and although may not be an economics major has a wonderful way to muddle a conversation and not hyper-ventilate when stuck in an elevator with a talkative guy that love to paint and sculpt when he's not crunching numbers. By the way your friend Mitali told me you can't even boil an egg. So we'll go to the restaurant of my choice on our first "official" date. See you soon.
Ratinace@hotmail.com
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