Initial Prose Piece


Left: youtube.com/paralells2 © 2012 Gabriel Navar 15” x 20” acrylic, pencils, ink & oil on paper.

RightHips Don’t Lie (“Sonora Dawn”) © 2012 Dr. José Rodeiro 40” x 30” oil on canvas.

A Nationwide INVASION of Art History

 There was, once again, for the fourth time this month, a fluorescent streak across the heavens… an obnoxious blinking of the heavens, along with clashing, jarring mixtures of hot pinks and orange… those carnival colors one finds in cotton-candy treats. Those sickening colors meant one thing… that they were coming down again all over the place.   It appears that those expensive, massive electric fences can not keep them out and away.  At first light, one landed in my backyard in Oakland.

I took a swing (several of us did)… no, a whack at it — (hoping to zap it where it stood) — with my funky stickball bat.  I ran inside, put on some of those reporting and often distorting TV channels to catch what Fox News or CNN state about the abnormally mad, weirdo-invasion!!!     CNN was broadcasting

from/along the Sonora Desert.    Above, in the early rosy-tinged dawn, they were maneuvering in their eerie fat flying saucers like chunky sonar-driven bats.   All I could fathom was my fear of a take-over…of our ways of life, our jobs, our nation, our world! a full-blown planetary invasion… heaven help us!!!

Where is Michelangelo and his Last Judgment Christ—NOW! — when we need him…? Charon… take away these doomed illegal souls with you on that watery journey.  Where are Goya and his Caprichos?  We need his help, especially now that our fleshy backs are against the wall!!! This feels like the Disasters of (impending) War and we could have his Saturn/Chronos devour these Aliens!

Suddenly, a bunch of generous and brave brown-skinned people came out to fight them;

but giant pointless walls and fences blocked their advance.    Luckily a blond, a spunky sexy

girl in a business pantsuit snuck the entire helpful crowd closer to two of them, who were

confidently already on the ground.    I never felt so scared, as I watched in Oakland my

TV on CNN with its constant news showing the horrors occurring in Arizona, in Alabama, Oklahoma.  What idiot put an expensive, ineffective fence-up??    They were landing in Texas and in San Diego. Those fences prevented the heroic, hard-working brown-people from confronting these monsters.  Those creatures, those foreign intruders… their phosphorescent-odor stung my nostrils.

Oh my sweet God, I hate these awful trespassers; these arrogant, imperialistic, and prying extraterrestrials who apparently desire our land…extra-land, extra-tierra, and sadly, extra everything… resources, our quality of lives, our very beings!    Where are the Tres Grandes when we need them to come down from their scaffolding, tirelessly painting miles of walls with Revolutionary spirit and the consciousness of rights for all people?   Where is Frida?, tell her that we sincerely need her soldadera spirit, her bomb tied around the passionate dove of creativity… we sincerely need their help; especially now that our fleshy backs are against the frayed metallic awkward fence-walls!!!

As evening falls, the sky is at once deep purple dissolving into black…. I turn the corner, walk past the local liquor store, graffiti-covered and smeared; approaching, with dark eyes the color of a black bull, is Picasso…. He is ready for war as he strides with his piercing gaze, his instrument of war, and approaches, with a funky stickball bat, an invader, dangling from a tree like a piñata of festive times, cotton-candy days gone by… I walk cautiously reaching for the iPhone in my coat’s pocket… this, I thought (again), needs to be filmed and posted onto You-Tube TM immediately…. This is precisely what I did…. Come to think of it, an app to zap these aliens is urgently needed….. I ran to my computer and started creating one….

-Dr. José Rodeiro and Gabriel Navar

Leftapp 2 zap aliens © 2012 Gabriel Navar 24” x 18” acrylic, pencils, ink & oil on paper

Right:  Aliens Crossing the Border at Mid-night  (Lou Dobb’s Worst Nightmare) © Dr. José Rodeiro  oil on board, 24.5″x19.5″     Collection of Sergio & Mariella Villamizar

One comment on “Initial Prose Piece

  1. Jose Rodeiro says:

    It was not supposed to be that type of night: a night where unexpected and unexplainable “spooky” things occur. After working hard all day long, my wife and I had been hoping for a relaxing evening, eating and watching TV. Suddenly, around 5:00 PM, we heard a thump on the roof of our home in Oakland, as though something large was stomping on the ceiling. Grabbing a stickball bat from the umbrella-stand behind the door, we ran out into the backyard, rushing (as if to do battle), turning around quickly to inspect the roof, catching a fleeting glimpse of an emaciated thin greenish grey insect-like monster covered in flesh [or skin] sprightly jumping from the roof onto a near-by oak tree. Yelling insults, I began swinging my thin bat at it, as I ran beneath its nimble flight from tree to tree in the backyard.

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