Build it and they will come.
Build it and they will look at
you whether you like it or not.
Paint it and they will see
your art for all its glory or madness or both, and they will
react and often they will speak out whether or not they know
a damn thing about art. And that's good. It's called
upon it and they will test the strength of your glue. Oh,
yes. Especially the little ones. Yank! Yank!
Tweak it and they walk up to
you and talk to you like children under a spell and they
will honor you with their attention no matter what they
think or say.
it and craftsmen will give you the time of day and though
they might say "There's a guy who's got too much time on his
hands," what they'll really be saying is "I envy you all the
time you have taken to craft something you love."
Carve it, melt it, pelt it
with toys and little girls and little boys will screech with
joy at the sight of one adult who won't tell them not to
write with crayons on their boring white suburban walls.
And once in a while when you get a child who hates your
car... pray for that child. Pray for their already squashed
Build it bigger and wilder and
crazier than anything they've ever seen and they will
introduce you to their 96-year-old grandmother in the RV
across the parking lot and when you ask her if she's ever
seen anything like it in her long life she'll reply with a
wry smile that she has one just like it in her
it with love and they will empty out their change purses for
Build it and give the 7-11
clerk a postcard as a gift and when you go back in to pay
for that $5 worth of gas you just put in the gas can in the
trunk, she will say "don't worry about it, don't worry about
it," and she won't take your money no matter what you
Decorate it and they will wave
and smile at you as they pace you at fifty blocking traffic
until they've had their eyeful.
Build it and they will come
with TV cameras and zoom in on you and you'll giggle later
as you watch it on the evening news, the newscasters
fumbling for commentary about something so out of their
realm. And just laugh at them if perchance they use
patronizing language to slyly dismiss you as silly because
they're afraid to enjoy you lest their audience not. If
only they could see you out there on the highway being
lapped up by the masses, by thousands and thousands of
little Neilson ratings points whom they think buy only
scandal and death.
it and make of it a thing more impressive than the World's
Largest Ball of Twine and they will chase you like paparazzi
and boggle you in a flash-bulb frenzy. They will pull over
in their cars, their trucks, their massive motorhomes with
cars-in-tow, they will swing tour busses off the road to let
you go by so fifty retired couples from Missoula can crank
up their camcorders and catch you on the fly-by.
Build it, paint it, glue to
it, tweak it, weld it, carve it, melt it, pelt it with trash
and with treasures.
Rearrange its factory facade
and take it on the road and they will buy you dinner in
their restaurant. They will give you respect and they will
give you their trust because with your car you have given
yourself completely. They will write you directions to
their house and tell you where they hide a key and say, "Go
there, make yourself at home, get a shower and some rest.
Here's the number of my girlfriend, where I'll be staying
Build it beyond the line that
some drone drew in the dirt of normalcy and they will hand
you back your postcard with a pen and say "Will you
autograph it for me?" and you'll think "Nooo! That's not
what it's about," or "I'm not worthy!" but you are worthy
and that is what it's about. It's about sharing with and
inspiring people who never had a clue that you could do such
things, whose TV view and commercial-eyesed, Wal-Mart
generic perspective on the world never let it enter their
mind that THEY could FUCK UP their car so beautifully, so
about relating to people you would be hard pressed to relate
to in any other way. But here, on the street, where you the
artist built it and had the courage to stick it out there
for all the world to see, and he the drywall contractor
came, here you can talk about life and how very much, at
bottom, we all have in common.