Kevin

So, this guy just comes up to me while

I am waiting for a light to change. His

english is remarkable, so I oblige him

with some conversation. Turns out he

is an art student in Beijing and his class

is showcasing (selling) their artwork at

a nearby location. Going against everything

my parents ever told me about strangers,

I follow him to his little display thing. It 

was pretty alright, for being Chinese art

it was kind of cool. He took me one by one

to each piece and explained to me what it

represented in Chinese culture. Apparently

95% of anything your paint on a scroll means

long life and prosperity. He showed me a 

piece made by his instructor that was painted

completely by fingernail.  It was educational to

say the least so at the end when he asked me 

if I wanted to buy anything I felt partially 

obligated to after the 30 minute art lesson. 

I asked Kevin which were his, so I picked out

the ones that were lovey dovey to give to 

Fiona when I get back. It was inexpensive,

though I probably could have gotten the 

same thing cheaper at the China Store in

the Great Lakes Crossing mall, but I would

not have gotten to talk with the artist and 

take his picture.

I initially asked him if I could take his picture 

he said no, so part of the deal was that he let

take a pic of him. So, this is Kevin.

In hindsight, I am really glad he did not just 

lead me to some room to mug me and steal

all of my money and organs.