She started it with; "you've never been to Carnival"?—"Oh, yes I have! Says I"! "The carnival came to our town every spring, I rode every ride they had, not once did I throw-up". At this time in history I wasn't considered an International man of intrigue. More like a barn painting plowboy on his first trip across the Ocean.
Out of OKC to NYC to catch a bird out to London. A layover in the JFK airport is the place where it started. I didn't know anyone North of the Mississippi and assumed every one over there were just as friendly. Turned out not so on this trip. Somehow within two hours of my arrival in the big apple, my brief case, then my watch had disappeared. Not gonna get any help or sympathy around here. This country bumpk'n was getting schooled real fast.
I slipped in to the airport bar to ease my sorrow, and a little liquid courage before the flight out. Small talk with the bartender led to some insightful tips on the ways of the World. A lady on a bar stool two over chimed in too. She was a little older than me, an air of sophistication, worldly in the way she spoke with an accent. We're having a nice three way conversation when its time to get myself on board that plane out. I get up to leave, she does too, me one way, her another. "Au revoir Juan" — "Goodbye Chloe"
Loading up, my seat is towards the back. Ya know how you pass though first class to get to the cheap seats, guess who is already seated in first class? Yep, its her right there, reading a book, looking all Continental cool. She looks up over her sunglasses, we exchange smiles. I throw in a wink and a head-bob for good measure. The plane is up in the air, on the way to London. This emancipated little buck is as giddy as he was the first day of high school. I had the same nervous confidence on this maiden voyage across the pond.
Despite the Concorde's average speed of Mach 2, three plus hours to Heathrow seemed like it would be a long haul. Turned out the time going over flew by. Chloe came to the back of the plane where I was seated and persuaded the guy next to me to give up his seat. "Bonjour Juan"—"Howdy Chloe what's up?", I saw your reading a book, what is it?" She says its called "Fear of Flying" by Erica Jong. "Oh, does flying scare you too?"—"Silly boy, are you being funny or what?" More schooling for this country bumk'n was ahead.In two and a half hours we become fast friends. We talk about a to z and she tells me all about the book she is reading. A couple of new members join the mile high club and at Mach speed on top of that. When this Concorde's wheel touch down in merry old England, my plans and hers have changed. We're going to Brazil together for Carnival. She started it with, "you've never been to Carnival"?
After a couple of days in London we are South American bound. What a journey this was. The thrill rides down that way where beyond my realm of comprehension, it was scary fun. (I did throw-up at this Carnival). She was correct, I never had been to "a real carnival". This painting was inspired by all the night colors of that Carnival.
This original painting by Juan Corbett is 20" x 24" acrylic on canvas and available for you or a friend. This price of $595.00 includes FREE shipping within the USA. These prices are a 50% savings over a traditional Gallery acquisition.
This original painting by Juan Corbett is 20" x 24" acrylic on canvas and available for you or a friend. This price of $595.00 includes FREE shipping within the USA. These prices are a 50% savings over a traditional Gallery acquisition.
The paintings of the "Faces from the Places" series are very collectable. Shoot me an E-mail with questions or comments at; juancorbett@gmail.com , I try to reply within 24 hours, Monday thru Friday. Hope to hear from ya. Thanks, ~ Juan.