Colombo trip: a first in several ways — part 3 of 3

I just realized that the summation of my Changi experience (en route to Colombo) was essentially the two entries previous to this. What's left to tell about were just snapshots of my "found art" playtime.

This O'Keefe moment was initially a practice on my handy camphone's macro function. I'm fascinated with flowers. I read somewhere that Taureans (I'm one) are naturally drawn to flowers. Which is kinda convenient an excuse the next time someone notices that I'm being "too queer" for being too fixated with flowers. Of course, some other Taureans would disagree, like Gregg, who in the most manly braggadocio he could muster, would deny being drawn to flowers, despite having carroza decorating and amateur flower painting (modeled after crushed tissue paper) in his resume.

This Op-art moment stood for the pinnacle of boredom as I waited seemingly endlessly for the final boarding call. I was seated facing the glass encasement of the boarding area, thinking of everything and nothing, when I noticed the carpet patterns. Sure, what else could I marvelously play up between looking at my feet and the rest of the in-transit passengers? I immediately thought of Olivia Newton-John's eye shadow make-up, not sure why.

While framing and capturing the images, my mind was also toying with thoughts of modernist art movements. If I was an artist, of which movement should I be typecast? Sensing art in the kitsch of trendy graphics will definitely place me in pop art. Then again, because carpets are products of industry and I the image-capturer only played the slightest role in "creating" the work, I could be a minimalist. And yet still, these are "found objects" and I have the gall of elevating them as art - that's very Dada. Hmm, I better stop my amateurish imaginings here before some more credible art critic/academician begin shooting my brains.

Anyway, much of the bits and pieces of my trip to Colombo are now a blur - I couldn't even remember now how I got on the plane. I remember the flight was more often experiencing turbulence than in flights I've taken before. I remember the riot caused by so many kids on board. But luckily, I got spared from being a suffering observer of it all - the Lankan Air airbus had monitors in front of every seat that featured several movie and radio programs and games (yes, even in Economy).

I also remember noticing a young Mid-Eastern-looking teenager dozing off next to me. He was probably dreaming something stimulating, his pants were tenting in the right indicative places. (Ah, Youth!) Never saw the "full potential," though. Minutes before announcing the final approach to Colombo's airport, two flight attendants (one each aisle), each carrying aerosol cans on both hands, began spraying the cabin with what could be extremely - and irritatingly - fragrant disinfectant. The youth with the hyper-sensual dreamscape was jolted awake; after getting a quick notice of me, he also quickly covered his embarrassing "awakened" predicament. *Oh, shucks!*