The other day I was mindlessly scrolling through instagram waiting for a coffee when I came across the photo on the left by Chris Connolly. It turned my half-minded glances into complete fixation as I was totally caught off guard, it seemed so familiar to me even though I'd never seen it before. It rumbled around in my mind for a while, as I was standing there very perplexed and most likely in the way, until I realised I knew the man with the umbrella.
My mind cast back to a recent post on @divide featuring the painting on the right (Cityscape by Hsin-Yao Tseng). It's a favourite of mine and on that post people were commenting how it made them feel when they breathed it in, and one particular comment by @cicca stuck with me:
"What day is it? Whose trench coat is this? Nice coat, smells of perfume, her perfume? Jesus I'm horny. Better step off the road and let those cars pass, no rush though, take all this in, so lonely. Could paint this, maybe.."
That story accompanying the painting completely immersed me into that wet, traffic filled world. I could hear the car horns beeping in the distance and smell the wet road that made the insides of my shoes slightly damp. I briefly lived in that moment.
This moment was implanted into my mind and has remained as a foreign memory. So when I did eventually stumble upon that photo on instagram, I knew that man with the umbrella because he was the man in the story - the painter of the cityscape.