For Thou Art A Douche...
This was a painting from 4 months ago that I wasn't planning on publishing it, because it was a gift, a birthday card. I have been so busy with personal problems, and I haven't been doing anything I can publish, so today, going through my files, I came across this art and realized I should publish it. Why not? It's my hard work, I take pride in it, be it good or not, I take pride in my efforts.
I decided to publish it along with the story behind it. I now see humor in it, well at least, I see humor in changing the name to the proper title of the recipient.
I was to meet him in New Orleans, and it was the week of his birthday. I felt bad going there empty-handed, and I though it'd be nice to make him a card. It was with this card that I had a preview of how insensitive and rude he was going to be throughout the trip.
I presented him with the card when we sat to have lunch, and instead of opening it, he just set it on the table and finished going through his messages on his phone. Then after a long time, he decided to look at it. The first thing he did was point out that I put the comma, on the date, in the wrong place. Yes, I made a mistake, probably out of distraction or maybe I always wrote it like that without realizing it. I left the mistake here because I want to keep it wrong that way: March, 15th 2013. The Douche's birthday.
I can't tell people how to behave, but in my Country we say, "When given a free horse, don't check its teeth." There must be an equivalent here in the US.
I like to customize my cards according to the person's preferences and situation. I searched for lots of different references with a New Orleans theme, I made sure the lady was holding a cigarette instead of a drink, like in the reference, because he didn't drink. I thought it'd be a nice touch to put his birthday date on the New Orleans street sign, being the place we were. I also used his favorite colors on the card, brown and purple. All of it didn't even register to him.
He then, proceeded to nitpick on every single detail of the card, made fun of the beads, and mask, which made me feel like an idiot for choosing to do a New Orleans theme, it all felt like a joke.
He laughed at the the font I used, because it made his name look like it started with an L instead of a T. I explained that I thought it would be cool to make it Art Nouveau style, so I searched online for art nouveau fonts. He asked what it was and why I added the fairy at the top, and finally, when he read the inside of it, he disregarded what I wrote, looked at my hand-written signature and asked, "Who's Daytricia?"
I said, "That's my signature!" You can't make fun of the way someone writes their own signature! So what? My P looks like a D? Has he never gotten a gift before, or was it just the way he decided to treat me? I never regretted doing something for someone so much and that was only the beginning of the nightmare. All this led me to the decision that I will never paint anything to another guy, ever. This is my art, and he should be so lucky I devoted any time to paint him something, at all.
The rest is another long story, and if you're ever interested in reading about what kind of date to run from, here's a link of my full account of this incident: [link]