Art can be Galant 4 : The Artist and his painting
“Panbi, I have put in a lot of effort into this. I need it to work, man”
Panbi paused for a bit.
Here was Kunle, the snob, sweating profusely with smears on his hand and shirt that looked a lot like cake. The same Kunle was asking for his help.
He must really need this. Tiwa must really mean a lot to him.
“Alright, man. I will keep her pre-occupied..” The words had hardly left his lips when he and Kunle noticed Tiwa returning from the shadows.
“Thanks, bro!” And Kunle was gone.
“Panbi, I really have to go now…I think it was all just a silly prank”
“Tiwa, I think we should wait for a bit..”
“Why? We’ve been here for ages”
“Haba, it hasn’t been thaaaat long na!”
“ Lol, I know jare. But still…”
“Tiwa, remember when..” and Panbi went on to start different conversations, trying to kill time.
While they were still talking, the floodlights at the carpark suddenly came on. Everything else happened so fast that it had Panbi’s head twirling.
You see, the floodlights were all pointing to a huge wall at the far end of the carpark. While their eyes were still adjusting to the lights, some images appeared on the wall. There was a black canvas, very huge. Someone walked in, but they couldn’t see his face because he was backing the camera. He wore an artist’s apron. This unknown character picked up a palette and a brush and started painting on the canvas.
Panbi was in awe. The entire scene was magnificent! And the speed with which the anonymous painter proceeded was amazing. He painted like he was possessed by this very moment in time..Soon, he was done with the first image and moved on to paint another image.
It was the image of a baby. “Why did he paint a baby..”, Panbi thought. Then he turned to look at Tiwa.
Tears welled up in her eyes, as she giggled and clapped all at once.
“Panbi, that’s me! That’s me!!” was all she could bring herself to utter.
By this time, the painter was done with the second painting.
It was a painting of a toddler, smiling as she took shaky steps into the outstretched arms of Mummy Tiwa. At this point, Tiwa was literally squealing. Panbi was literally dazzled.
Unknown to them, a small crowd had gathered around the park. A few were recording the entire event on their devices. Meanwhile, the painter continued with even pausing to catch his breath.
The third image showed a young lady, 10 or 11 years, taking a selfie with her friends.
The fourth depicted a lady debating debating with a fellow student in a grand hall. “Tiwa, that’s you!” rang out from the crowd. Panbi noticed that Tiwa was crying and holding her breath. He smiled and said, “Breathe..” But the sixth and last image took everyone’s breath away.
It showed a young lady standing and smiling in the shadows, looking at a big bright wall that depicted a painter doing several paintings.
Panbi couldn’t take it anymore. “Kunle, you are the baddest!!!”, he shouted. “Come on out!”
As if the painter in the projected video had heard the sound of his name, he turned around to face the camera, smiled and said “Happy Birthday, Tiwa”. The crowd cheered and started chanting, “Kunle! Kunle!! Kunle!!!”. Kunle stepped out of the bush and looked down at his feet. No-one had ever cheered him like this before, not even at the Visual Arts competitions. He looked up, just in time to see a teary-eyed Tiwa, smiling and laughing and crying all at the same time, as she ran into his arms and hugged him.
Perhaps, she wasn’t his yet, but no matter.
His painting was a hit.
And he was, once again, the sweetheart of the community.
It felt so gaddem good to be back!