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ArtistClay dreams walking on tired feet leave fingerprints on every door they pass through in the night. What a long night! How could I sleep alone! How the night drags!—Dragging As a mountain fowl’s long-dropped tail!
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In a more enlightened universe, Paul arrived without syphilis, and the native women of the island were spared the old diseases that had so often traveled beneath the flags of conquest. His arrival carried no hunger for exotic trophies and no desire to take advantage of anyone. He had come with the innocent confusion of a man who had left one world and found himself temporarily living inside another.
Back home, he loved an artist, and he wrote long letters to the artists he had left behind. Every letter became a small voyage: the salt wind, the enormous moon, the beaches that seemed to continue forever, the strange birds that watched him as though they knew his future. He told them everything. He told them how much he missed them.
Between letters and long afternoons at the beach, Paul found work as a model. The native women who hired him were artists themselves. They had been reading enormous quantities of Gabriel García Márquez, and their paintings had begun to behave accordingly.
They placed Paul in increasingly improbable poses. He stood on one leg beneath a palm tree. He crouched like a fisherman waiting for the sea to speak. He stretched himself across a chair, laughing so hard that the painters had to stop and laugh with him.
Then they began transforming him.
In one painting he became a dog with human eyes. In another, a rabbit with the shoulders of a man. Eventually they combined everything: long ears, crooked paws, a ridiculous tail, and Paul’s unmistakable grin.
Paul thought it was hilarious.
The painters did not explain the animals. They simply kept painting.
For them, these creatures were a way of imagining the enormous world beyond their tropical paradise—the distant countries, the foreign cities, the people who crossed oceans carrying strange ideas, diseases, religions, money, paintings and stories.
Paul, meanwhile, sat patiently for his portrait, laughing inside the body of a dog-rabbit.
Outside, the palms moved in the wind.
Inside the studio, another world was being invented.
