It had been so long that you would think it wouldn’t bother him anymore, but every time he saw it the memories flooded back. It had been 50 years, but the time passing didn’t seem to make him less inclined to desire its destruction. Luckily for him it was becoming less popular.
His death hadn’t been as common as most. Most shocking was he’d been 7 years old when he died and then the manner of his death had been very violent. He had gone to a doctor’s appointment with his mother who wasn’t very attentive. She was chattering away on her phone and not paying close attention while walking to the car and he had seen something in the street that looked interesting. He ran out to grab it, but didn’t see the car until it was on top of him. He didn’t make it all the way to the hospital and he’d been wondering ever since.
And now every time he saw one of those toys with all the bars and the rings that you could move around, he wanted to watch it burn. It reminded him of that day and how he was never important enough for his mother to really pay attention to him.
9″ x 14″ x 14″
CSULB School of Art, Gatov Gallery East