A Sunday at Sidamo
My First Art of DC
Waiting for my coffee, I turned around to simply embrace the environment of Sidamo. It’s wonderful, and the art on the wall suddenly stood out.
One piece especially did. It seems like a photo and also a painting at the same time. There are three figures: one is apparently fishing, and the other two are just a few feet back, talking or watching. The reflections and the light are heavy in the gentle dusk. It’s heartbreaking and peaceful at the same time. Maybe it reminds me of hiking with my dad.
I took a picture to think longer about it. I was just finishing setting up my apartment and wanted new art to add to my home. I snapped a picture, and someone spoke.
“If you want to talk to the artist, he’s right there,” pointing to a man on the other side of the picture a few tables ahead.
I pointed to confirm, and the artist turned around.
“This is you?”
“All of this is, actually.” He waved his hand over the side of the cafe. The art worked smiled a little in this recognition.
“It’s incredible. Tell me about your work.”
His name is Yosef. He told me he works nights at the Metro and comes here in the morning before going to paint in his gallery. He now does more collage work, but he always works in a multimedia fashion. I shared a little about 1888 Center and told him I’m a poet. He smiled. There is always an alliance between artists meeting in the wild.
“I think I’m going to give you a new project today. I’m going to buy this, so you’ll have to get something to fill the space.” His joy at this confirmed my sense about this.
My home is better for it. It gives me a rich pause when I look at it.
More soon,
Trevor
