His first question had been: can you draw me up your monthly
expenses? Bran
and as it seemed not entirely out of nowhere, considering
his last request of me, I had to ask,
“are you offering me a job?”
To find myself stepping back into Bran’s house again…. all
these years later
How did this even come about? I even ask myself this as I
stand upon the very said threshold looking in. While I may look at my surroundings,
I see the bare bones of what I remember instead of what I am looking at. Because
he has lead me to—not the front of the house, but off to the side because the
front of the house is under some kind of remodel or construction. And while
there is no time to ask about that, because I do remember him saying something
about how he uses his house for his work too, as he had done in past, but back
then it was this part where we walk towards. It was a kind of add on or dormer,
I guess someone may call it. Back then anyway.
The ‘dormer’ is now actually the largest part of the home
as I realized while walking down the path towards it. And notice too that now
there is an entire back court yard kind of landscape with a stone table and
chairs in the middle and surrounded by a garden path. To the side of the ‘dormer’
where once was just the side door has had an addition built to the side; there
stands a glass green house with arched windows.
Once inside though I stare at the old memories.
I see those first.
But then I realize that what I am looking at is revised
with similar things…. The deep and rugged settee with the scratchy wool mulberry
tone upholstery is moved to a far deep corner further away now…. because now
the room is much longer and much bigger by three times what it was. Now I notice
there is a long hallway further down that has doorways to other rooms or ways
out
I guess the need for –normal?—had me say as I stood
there,
“how are Dylan and Crystal?.... sorry I forget the other
one’s….”
“Ioan,” Bran says as he drops my bags into a neat pile on
the floor along the path towards that hallway.
So the nature of why I am there…. This is the man who
manages to get us credit to stay at random places in Rouen and Paris and make a Frenchman want
to buy my Wavegirl painting for his shower curtain line he never meant to have.
So the answer to this about how he got me there has
something to do with ….Six Bells Ochre and….
my particular
use of this unique red pigment that is only found in this one place in
Wales which seems essential in—the present running of Bran’s newest line
…. and what he used for the reason for the visa
“Do they—” I look around for teenagers or evidence of…. But
Ioan would be something like twelve….?
“You don’t have to worry about them—the boys live mostly in
the old part and Crys lives with her mother….”
He says all this simply. And then he walks over to me
We had talked about this. Some of this. But some things
we didn’t really say much about… and the overwhelming emotions which surfaced after
finding I had agreed to his offer… work… ? which was not complicated to do; mix
colors, run the screen printer, etc. and definitely a job only I could do as it
was my unique shades he was employing. And my art particularly.
It is not strangers we are stood now looking at each
other. From my jet lag and over thinking nervousness all the way from the
airport to here rambling on and on about stupid things that happened on the way
to avoid that realization of… life
changing… what did I just get off the plane to do?
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