Sculptures In Salamanca

There is an artist in Salamanca. His name is Wallabi Bellci. He has been a recluse for months now and no one has any idea of his whereabouts. The last time he was seen, was at one of his art exhibitions in Barcelona.

Today is the day, that I am supposed to go over to his studio and do an interview. Wallabi Bellci, typically shows up to an gallery with his assistant; who speaks for him, so no one has ever actually heard how he sounds like.

I have met or should I say, seen him a couple of times. I made direct eye contact with him once but I have never heard him say word. I am shocked, to have gotten a personal written request to do this interview at his studio. My boss say that this will be a major breakthrough in my career. Gosh. I’m pretty nervous right now.

333 Salas Calle. This is the place. Phew. Okay. No worries, he is a regular person just like me.



It’s him! And he spoke to me.

“Come inside. I have been waiting for you.”

Ah man, don’t be starstruck. Say something.

“Thank you.”

“Your name is Maria right?”

“Yes. How did you know my name?”

“My assistant got your personal details from the newspaper company you work for.”

Is that weird? Or am I reading to much into it?

“So why did you request me of all people?

“We made eye contact in Barcelona. Do you remember that?”

I don’t know if I should be flattered or creeped out.

“Uh no. I don’t think I recall. All I remember, is you being swarmed by people.”

“Nonetheless, when we shared eye contact, you inspired me.”


“Yes, when we locked eyes. You unlocked a chamber within me that unshackled a flow of creativity that I needed to release all out on to the atmosphere.

Is that a sexual reference? He must be one of those weird fetishes kind of guys.

“You see, Maria. You are the inspiration for the masterpiece that I am going to show you now.”

Oh, I pray to god it is not a portrait of a naked lady. Wow!

“Maria. I have created these sculptures in honor of you. You helped me achieve a level within myself I never thought could be possible. You have emancipated me from my mundane existence.”

Wow. I don’t know if I should be creeped out or flattered.

“But Mr. Bellci…”

“Please. You can call me Wallibi.”

“Well Wallibi, I have’t done anything. I haven’t even spoken to you until today. How could I be your inspiration? How could I be the reason for all this?”

“This is true. We have never spoken until today. I do admit that you may find this odd.”

Yeah. I am creeped out now. I should leave.

“I think…”

“Maria; do you know why I have not spoken to anyone for all this time? It is because no one can possibly understand the heart of an artist. We do not create art because we enjoy it. We create it because we want it to mean something. Our world is cold and unfeeling. I will die and the Earth will not stop. Humans will die and the world will not cry. Life will end for us all but the sky will not say goodbye; the sky will watch it all.”

“You do not speak to others because no one will understand?”

“I could say that these sculpture were made for you because I fell in love with you the moment I saw you.”

“Did you?”

“You wouldn’t believe me. That is why I do not to talk to people. Maria, these sculptures are the result of a feeling that you gave me when I saw you. Your eyes told a story that I couldn’t believe.”

“And what was the story.”

“The story of us. A story, that I will confess my love to you and you will hesitate. Questioning everything. Wondering if I am crazy, creepy and/or psychotic. A story, where I can convince you that I mean every word I say. A story where I can make you feel at peace. A million stories. My favorite story is the one, where I finally made you fall in love with me.”

“How long until it happens.”

“I don’t know. It’s just a story. My goal is to turn it into a reality. That is why I started with these sculptures, to commemorate in stone our very first meeting together. Do you like them?”

“I think they’re marvelous.”

“Maria, these sculptures are only the beginning. I stare into your eyes and I can see that there is no end to this bottomless love. Between us, we will create a wondrous story but of course only if you would want.”

Of course I want but, but, but. I don’t know. This is our first time talking.

“Wallabi, so what else do you have to show me?”

“I’m so glad you asked.”

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