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Jack Bronson looked at his watch for the 5th time in 10 minutes.
The bus from Mexico City was late again as usual.
Oh well he should be used to it by now.
His first summer in San Miguel de Allende had been a taxing one. He'd raged against the Latin concept of time...of saving it all for manana until he was blue in the face. His students had suffered that year and finally one of them, an old Mexico hand had taken him out, gotten him shitfaced on mescal and told him to say "FUCKIT...things get done anyway...maybe not when you want. But they get done."
After that and after the worst hangover he'd ever had in his life, things went a lot easier.
'FUCKIT, things get done!' Was now written in bold letters on his bathroom mirror so he would be reminded of it every morning.
It was now his fifth Summer in the picturesque old colonial town of narrow cobblestoned streets and clear cool air.
He had moved his art workshop from the prestigious Institute Allende to the charming palm ringed courtyard of the Hacienda d'Oro located on the outskirts of town, where he also kept a small apartment for the season.
Returning to New York and the grind of the 'big apple' art scene every September was becoming increasingly unattractive and more and more as he aclimatized to the laid back atmosphere of Mexico
he considered staying here permanently.
How his agents would love that!
16:45 hours...quarter to five...where was the bus!
All 15 students for the last 4 week workshop had arrived this morning along with a telegram saying that one of them would be late...
He took out the folded paper,
Her name was...
OOC...Jack Bronson is an artist with a failing reputation. A young and vital hero of the 'New Realism' 20 years ago, he has seen his star eclipsed and now is using the notoriety of his former reputation to augment his plummeting income with summer workshops in Mexico.
Four Week Summer Painting Workshops
Under reknowned artist Jack Bronson will be held in the beautiful city of San Miguel de Allende...
The ads read, and every year eager young amateurs forked over two thousand dollars to study at the side of the 'Master'.
A master fifty years old and fading fast...
This is a closed thread for Jaenelle and myself, though more characters may certainly be added as the story develops.
San Miguel...
The bus from Mexico City was late again as usual.
Oh well he should be used to it by now.
His first summer in San Miguel de Allende had been a taxing one. He'd raged against the Latin concept of time...of saving it all for manana until he was blue in the face. His students had suffered that year and finally one of them, an old Mexico hand had taken him out, gotten him shitfaced on mescal and told him to say "FUCKIT...things get done anyway...maybe not when you want. But they get done."
After that and after the worst hangover he'd ever had in his life, things went a lot easier.
'FUCKIT, things get done!' Was now written in bold letters on his bathroom mirror so he would be reminded of it every morning.
It was now his fifth Summer in the picturesque old colonial town of narrow cobblestoned streets and clear cool air.
He had moved his art workshop from the prestigious Institute Allende to the charming palm ringed courtyard of the Hacienda d'Oro located on the outskirts of town, where he also kept a small apartment for the season.
Returning to New York and the grind of the 'big apple' art scene every September was becoming increasingly unattractive and more and more as he aclimatized to the laid back atmosphere of Mexico
he considered staying here permanently.
How his agents would love that!
16:45 hours...quarter to five...where was the bus!
All 15 students for the last 4 week workshop had arrived this morning along with a telegram saying that one of them would be late...
He took out the folded paper,
Her name was...
OOC...Jack Bronson is an artist with a failing reputation. A young and vital hero of the 'New Realism' 20 years ago, he has seen his star eclipsed and now is using the notoriety of his former reputation to augment his plummeting income with summer workshops in Mexico.
Four Week Summer Painting Workshops
Under reknowned artist Jack Bronson will be held in the beautiful city of San Miguel de Allende...
The ads read, and every year eager young amateurs forked over two thousand dollars to study at the side of the 'Master'.
A master fifty years old and fading fast...
This is a closed thread for Jaenelle and myself, though more characters may certainly be added as the story develops.
San Miguel...
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