Jordin Isip, or, My Brush with Greatness


Except all that was going on inside my head and I was just staring at him strangely. Then he stared back strangely, as if to say, yes? what's your problem?

All I could think of saying was, Oh, because your faces look like African masks I always assumed you were black, or, I'm your greatest fan. I ended up just hovering like a stalker. So I asked him to take my picture with a mask (actually, they were giant heads with no eye or mouth holes). Then the mask fell off and almost broke.

Later, I saw him walking around with his camera and I tried to smile at him, but he looked right through me so my lips shriveled up into little prune-like forms.

Finally, I was right behind him as he was surveying a group of kids playing in the sand in the make-believe PS.1 beach. I got up the courage to speak.

“So, are you going to use all the photos you took today to make illustrations?”

His back was not impressed.

He walked back to the building, back into the mists of fame and the muggy August air, gravel crunching with every step, still completely unaware of my existence.





Links to sites about Jordin’s work:

http://students.dwc.edu/ssonnthal/Quiz4%20web.htm
http://students.dwc.edu/nzajac/hu340/q6.html
www.jordinisip.com
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