Last autumn I had a really hard day at my daytime job as an animator.
I came home and was just too tired to do anything else than staring into the air. So I went out and I had luck – it was just this golden hour when the chances from one minute to another and everything is covered with warm yellow, ochre and magenta. I wanted to see that sky – without any building standing in the way.
So I walked towards the fields that surround the village I live in. I had to hurry, as the colours were changing every five minutes and I wanted to see those beautiful vanilla clouds!
When I finally reached the border of the village the sky had nearly passed this golden hour. But I still got a glimpse of what had been and admired those fascinating colour ranges. Taking pictures wouldn´t have made justice to those warm washes so I did the only that felt right at this moment. I was staring at the clouds.
I was standing on a field nearby the country road that leads to the next village while cars passed by. Among them a police car.
I stood there for nearly half an hour. Then the light vanished.
So I wanted to walk back, when suddenly a police car stopped in a very harsh way in front of me – blocking my path.
Policeman 1: “Please stop, Mister!” the older policeman said.
Policeman 1: “Can we help you?!”
John: “No thank you.”
I was really tired by then, not caring whether they’d arrest me.
PM1: “What´s your name?! Where are your papers?!”
I handed over my papers.
PM1: “What are you doing here?”
J: “I´m watching the clouds.”
J: “I´m watching the colours.”
PM1: “Where are you from?!”
J: “I live here. 25 minutes from here by foot.”
I was really thinking about asking the officer if they wanted to give me a ride home, but maybe that wouln´t have helped my situation.
PM1: “So you are from here?”
He obviously wasn´t sure what to do with this sky-staring, dark haired lunatic (dark haired people are not very well received in the country I live in, especially if their skin tone is something else than pale-white).
J: “Is it that strange that somebody watches the sky?”
PM1: “Well, It´s not normal!”
Then I decided to let them off the hook.
J: “Maybe I should mention that I´m an artist.”
PM1: “Oh, ok…”
J: “I had a really tough day at the office and I just..”
PM1: “Ah, it´s ok, it´s ok…”
J: “No wait, I can give you my business card.”
PM1: “Not necessary.”
J: “No, no, wait… I got to have to have it here… Somewhere…”
If this guy is stealing my time, I´ll steal his.
PM1: “It´s ok, it´s ok…”
J: “Wait. I´ll find it.”
PM1: “No, thanks…”
The officer wanted to move on, giving the young police officer (PM2) a sign to start the engine.
PM2: “You are an artist? Do you have an exhibition anywhere?” The second and nicer police officer asked.
J: “No, unfortunatelly not, but I´ve got a blog” I handed over my business card to the first officer. “Wait I´ll see, if I can find another…”
PM1: “Ok, thanks.”
J to PM2: “I´m sorry, I don´t have another business card, but you can have a look at my website and my blog.”
I leaned into the window of PM1, took his card and pointed onto the two URLs.
J: “Here you can see some illustrations and storyboards I make…”
PM1 to PM2: “Drive. Now.”
J: “And I make films in my spare time. Wait. I do science fiction short films….AND I´M WORKING ON A GRAPHIC NOVEL…”
But the car was already on its way…