I have not yet received
my Mensa membership card but I assure you it is in the mail. As I sit here at la mesa, I figure I’m
a shoe in. I had the card sent to my ivory tower, a.k.a. my studio. This is my
kingdom where I rule and I am king. Not yet ruler of the world, on some days I
consider myself close, as long as I don’t go outside the threshold of the
studio doors. I have supremacy over all materials in my hands. There are no
uprisings from minions as my thoughts become actions. Every idea is pure
brilliance for I am a genius!
But why is it every time
I walk out of my tower and leave my kingdom, I feel like a king with new
clothes. All those great ideas for paintings and ways to rule the art world
have all these obstacles and conditions. I share my ideas and masterpieces with
other kings that have taken that leisurely stroll outside their comfort zone, I
mean, tower. They share their stories on reigns of terror and accomplishments
at the easel. We gloat with a boisterous laugh as we raise our chalices to
toast our successes. Once we have parted ways and the peasant’s daylight hits
our creations, they become tarnished. They lose the luster as more eyes gaze
upon them; more words said about them dent the original meaning.
Being smarter than the
average guy, I realize I need a cape to cover my emperor’s clothes. Plus the
cape will help me quickly get back to my ivory tower by either stealth or
flight. The massive cape helps deflect the self-doubt as I dash back to my
tower. Once I reach my kingdom, I enter and close the doors to the peasants
behind me. I check the pile of
mail hoping the mail carrier delivered my Mensa card, no such luck. Again being
smarter and thinking ahead of my time, maybe it is in the form of an email. I
check my inbox only to find gallery and show rejections. Now with time to kill
as I wait for my membership, I catch up with some videos of a couple of friends,
Pinky and the Brain.
