I went to the restroom for the first time in the night. They had a restroom attendant. When I first saw him he was playing a word search. It was earlier in the night. We talked about Sudoku and how difficult it is and he mentioned his wife and how he got him into these mind sharpening games.
I went back for the second time and he was done playing the word search. I noticed he was sitting in front of a large framed reprint poster of Jackson Pollock’s Convergence.
I mentioned to im the painting he was sitting in front of was a very famous one. I talked to him a little bit about it. I pretty much explained that I don’t know a single thing about art. We stood in front of the painting me and him backs against urinals, and I was telling him the feelings that the painting gave me. I pointed out how some areas had more smeared or muted areas etc. I don’t know anything about art, but for me, art in the form of paintings like these are just about acceptance of whatever emotions are evoked by observing it.
He was totally blown away about the painting since he’s been sitting in front of it for about 3 months or so.
I went in the final time and gave him his tip. I finally asked him his name and his name is Herbert. He said that his mother would call him Herbert with a French accent and call him what sounded like air-bear. He said that he’s originally from Louisiana in a city called Morgan City. I explained how New Orleans is still at the top of my list on places I want to go.
I reminded him about the painting and he said he’d definitely look it up.
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