On one very wintry day of May, I was given quite the surprise when the famous Mr. Palette walked into my studio. Nonplussed, I did not know whether to offer him a coffee or a seat. He had spotted me right away and paced towards where I stood. I instantly gathered up all my wits and managed, finally, to say a few words.
“Why Mr. Palette,” I cleared my throat. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”
He just smiled and gave me a light tap of his odd shaped cane.
He slid his free hand on the inner pocket of his copper colored leather coat and took a small piece of folded parchment from it and handed it to me.
The letters were carefully written in scribbles by, if I am not mistaken, a child. I looked at him, more confused than I am a little while earlier, my eyes clearly conveying my thoughts.
He gestured me to read it. I once again took a look at the letter. The name as to who the letter was addressed to was missing. Only a scrawled ‘Thank you’ and ‘Annie’ could be seen. Mr. Palette took off his silk black hat and frivolously asked for the letter back. I obliged.
“Who is Annie?” I inquired.
I couldn’t believe the words I heard next. He asked me for an interview. Without reluctance, I agreed.
You see Mr. Palette never consented an interview. He turned down every wordatographer who dared to invite him. It was already an honor to talk to him. What more to interview him? The moment was priceless.
Minutes later, I found myself in front of the reeling cameras interviewing one of the greatest Rainbow Painters of all time.
Created: Jul 18, 2010Document Media