Alejandra

Written by Aliza Epstein for the collection: Life in the time of #COVID'


Pink, green, and blue

acrylic paint colors

stain her palms

and the tips of her fingernails.

Smooth skin covers

the back of her hands,

soft for the first time in her life.

Her hands had been hardened

by two years of sewing in

San Pedro Sula sweatshops

and four years of cleaning in

a fancy Santa Monica hotel.

“Don’t come to work tomorrow,”

they told her.

“We are closing the hotel for two months

to flatten the curve.”

The world retreated into its homes.

No more gatherings.

No more church.

No more work.

No more paycheck

for Alejandra.

Days were quiet and long.

News was changing and scary.

Two months became six months,

then a year,

and now eighteen months.

In her first weeks without a paycheck

she wondered if coming to California was a mistake,

the first time she entertained this thought

since fleeing Honduras.

Was it a mistake to leave at 18?

To meet Manuel six months later at church?

To marry him and birth their daughter?

To always send part of their paychecks to family back home?

Alejandra came screaming into the world on October 28, 1998,

while Hurricane Mitch ravaged Central America.

She built her life in the ruins of the storm.

Until she immigrated.

Cleaning toilets and washing soiled sheets,

she wondered if the country she wanted

wanted her too.

When the virus arrived,

the rich cleaned their own spaces.

No money was to be made in

sweeping, dusting, and washing.

No eyes were ever more than inches from a screen.

The world devoured Netflix, YouTube, and internet memes.

Rolled up blank canvases and tubes of paint

rested in a corner of Alejandra and Manuel’s bedroom.

It was a wedding gift from Manuel to Alejandra.

When they first met, he had asked her

if there was anything she’d like to try one day.

She responded, “Maybe one day

I’ll learn to paint.”

Confined to her home,

hiding from the virus terrorizing

the world,

Alejandra picked up a paintbrush for the first time.

She laid each painted canvas on the tile bathroom floor

to dry

and then rolled it up

and returned it to the corner of her bedroom.

Empty art galleries and museums

filmed their collections and

broadcasted them to the world online.

The broadcasts were free at first,

the zeitgeist of pandemic

lends itself to helping one another.

Then the galleries and museums began charging

in order to stay in business.

The charge didn’t deter anyone.

The people wanted to see art.

Restaurants and shopping malls

shuttered their doors permanently.

The people didn’t seem to miss them.

They were too busy looking at art.

Every painting in the world

had been showcased online.

The museums and art galleries needed new ones.

They begged the public to paint something new

and send them a video.

Alejandra recorded on her cell phone

her self-portrait

and her portraits of Manuel and their daughter.

The public flooded the videos

of Alejandra’s paintings

on the museum’s website

with thumbs up and heart emojis.

The public demanded to see more from Alejandra.

The museum sent her

a big check—

with more zeros than any check she’d earned from the fancy hotel—

and new canvases and paint.

Her paintings are on the museum’s homepage

next to a Picasso.

More than three billion people

have viewed her paintings.

Alejandra and a former manicurist in Dallas

are now the most well-known living artists.

Her fingers are

pink, green, and blue.

Alejandra’s paint stains

her hands

and colors the eyes

of the world.



Aliza Epstein lives in Arlington, VA. She is a non-profit manager by day and an aspiring writer by night

Disclaimer: 

While Valiant Scribe LLC strives to make the information on this website as timely and accurate as possible, it makes no claims, promises, or guarantees about the accuracy, completeness, or adequacy of the contents of this site, and expressly disclaims liability for errors and omissions in the contents of this site. No warranty of any kind, implied, expressed, or statutory, including but not limited to the warranties of non-infringement of third party rights, title, merchantability, fitness for a particular purpose or freedom from computer virus, is given with respect to the contents of this website or its links to other Internet resources.

Reference in this site to any specific information, commercial product, process, or service, or the use of any trade, firm, or corporation name is for the information and convenience of the public, and does not constitute endorsement, recommendation, or favoring by Valiant Scribe.

Follow me

 

2020 by Valiant Scribe LLC​

 

  • Instagram
  • Twitter
  • Facebook Clean
  • Amazon Social Icon