My eyes are two different colors.
My first painting in the so-called “Muse Series” was an accident.
I haven’t looked you up.
Your future student and fellow third dimension dweller,
DEVO
P.S. Send your next letter to:
Mark R.
1224 Taylor St, Columbia,SC
Room 301
(Please don’t respond to the email address moving forward.)
P.P.S. I like your dimple.
Of course, that letter sent me spiraling.What was my internet presence like??I was googling myself late into the night, trying to find anything and everything associated with me—going all the way back to a picture of myself in my high school newspaper. I was featured holding up a painting of a flower vase I’d entered into a county contest (and lost!). To my dismay, I also found an old blog I’d attempted to start when I’d managed to study abroad in Florence for a semester. Nineteen-year-old me had spent months trying to sketch and paint like the great Renaissance artists to little avail.
I suppose my social media wasn’t as guarded as I’d suspected either. All my profile photos were at the ready on Google search! So much for privacy settings…
Which pictures had he seen? Which of my cringey art pieces had he homed in on? Or what was I kidding? There’s no way he spent more than a brief glance on anything he’d found. I’m overthinking this. But how could I not?! I ammaybetalking to one of the art world’s most notorious artists! He’s taking the time to write tome!I mean… assuming this really is Devo. If so, who knows how many women he’s speaking to through the postal service?
I wrote out a response explaining that his little game of two truths and a lie proves nothing about his real identity. Although, in my obsessive research, I had uncovered a rumor about the creation of his first Muse Painting that did allude to it being an accident. Before overthinking it, my classic downfall, I sent my letter off to the location indicated in the postscript.
Every letter I’ve sent so far went to a different address, at his request. He never seemed to stop moving, even within the same city. But he had been making his way up the East Coast lately… leaving newly revealed pieces in his wake—each one a “Muse” painting. Some got more attention than others. The most erotic received the most coverage. I analyzed them all. Each painting reveal correlated with the general location of where I’d been mailing my letters.
His next response came four days later, which means he’d replied to mine and posted it almost immediately.
Miss Faure,
The game will prove something when you meet me. I’ve been in touch with your studio. Thanks for the recommendation. I’ll be looking for a collaborator in Brooklyn. Know anyone available? Brunettes with dimples welcome.
Kind Regards,
Devo
P.S. Send your next letter to:
Sam G.
301 South 12th and Spruce Street
Philadelphia, PA
