Five Stages of Grief at the Met
Last spring my new artist friend and I were so excited to go see the new exhibit at the Met. We stood for a very long time patiently waiting in front of Joan Of Arc by Jules Basten Le Page.
We were suddenly informed that we would not be allowed to enter the exhibit because the museum would be closing soon.
1) Denial. My friend informed the security agent that we definitely would be entering the exhibit as we had already been in line for 45 minutes and had travelled all the way from Brooklyn to Manhattan to see this exhibit.
The agent coldy replied that “People have come from all over the world to see this exhibit.”
2.) Anger. His response only enraged my new friend as he had missed the point that we were actual New Yorkers.
3) Bargaining. My friend then began to tell a long tale. This fable centered around her and I having the same birthday, which was in fact this very date. She went on that we were trying to celebrate our celestial synchronicity at this very moment in this very line. The agent was truly making fate his enemy.
4) Depression. The mood became somber as it does tend to do when an elaborate lie has fallen flat.
5) Acceptance. We didn’t know what else to do but keep on standing there so we did.
After a sufficient amount of New York time the agent wearily looked at us and said, “ Just go inside ladies.”
Parisa Karami is an artist living in the Hudson Valley with her family. She has various ongoing projects such as Reyna De La Tierra and Cinema Scenes. Recent works can be seen on media outlets such as Mc Sweeney’s, Northwest Review and Drunk Monkeys. For more information you can visit www.parisakaramipaintings.com