Slow-Action Painting

It was around noon on this bright, trying-to-be-spring day, when I stopped to admire the masterpieces spread before me on Columbus Avenue.

Both drop cloths catching paint from a signpost being painted were lovely, but I especially liked the one that was thickly encrusted with black and yellow splatters.

“That one took 28 years to make,” said one-half of the plein-air painting duo. “All the paint makes it really heavy and it doesn’t blow away.”

He then started shooing me away, while the other one asked, “you mean you would you put this on your wall?”

“Of course, I replied.

He shook his head and laughed, “you’re the fourth person so far to say that today!”