Carlsbad Art and Culture

Once upon a time there lived a can. Like many others, she was employed to entertain and soothe. Before her chance, she would stand in anticipation. She would watch as her friends waited like eager toys under a hanging claw. When her time came she bounced to life, then was yanked from the pack. Her seal was broke fallowed by a long kiss. She loved the feeling of being cradled. She grew to love he who loved her and waited for the warmth of his thirsty lips. This affection soothed her, as she desired to do the same to him. Her long journey over endless belts and bumpy roads hardly mattered compared to the satisfaction she felt when she was picked. Like a bride on her special day, she glowed with worth and reason. Her body warmed with each kiss; her knees quivered with each caress. Her lover’s belch represented fulfillment and a hiccup symbolized the sublime state of contentment.

The day grew. Like a dull marriage, each kiss became less frequent and the once firm hearty grasp now became cold. Depression sank as her body became empty. Her firm stature slumped like a toothless old woman. She began to hate the kisses. They hurt her heart like a misguided needle hurts a fingertip. One day the kisses stopped and she was brutally kicked out the back door, across the splintered porch and into the muddy grass. The chilly winds of the upcoming evening howled through the trees as she sulked. Condensation swelled and flowed down here pale cheeks as she caught glimpses of her catcher whispering flirtations into another can. Her journey had ended and she sat alone, used and damaged.

A timid nudge awoke her. She looked up to find a bearded man looking back at her. He was tremendously ugly, but his green eyes spoke volumes. His ratty hair blew in the wind. His nervous eyes scanned and stopped on the can’s weathered side where a small gash had opened. To the can’s shock, she again felt the warmth of a stranger as she was lifted out of the mud. Wild fingers worked her damaged body like a clumsy teenager. Her empty body provided nothing but a medium to be molded. She became his muse and tweaked her cold body like a modeling nude. She became limber and wild; he became sensual and delicate. She rose up with artful beauty and projected confidence while the artist sat back in contemplation. Their eyes met as she danced.