Exhausted Coffee Beans

Gouache & Watercolor Painting by Niya Christine. 20/365. Copyright 2013

#20/365 Paintings 2013

Gosh, I’m no expert, but living inside the shade of the coffee tree — in cozy pod families — with the occasional balmy breeze — lifting the leaves to symphonic notes… sounds pretty nice to me. In fact, I wonder if Peet’s coffee invented it’s classical-music-atmosphere-brand from the lives of beans in trees?

One day everything changed for the beans. There were popping sounds and the drip of men’s sweat heavy on their little coffee bean bodies. Peace was broken. Then came the agonizing pull — their belly buttons, legs, arms, skins — tossed aside like lumps of clay into a basket on a dusty abandoned road. An old pirates ship as far as they were concerned. Drowning in coffee bean strangers, they couldn’t find their families. Everybody was screaming. Some yelled in Kona, others in Columbia. They suddenly wished they had buckled down and learned each other’s languages instead of being lazy beans in trees. Maybe they would’ve found their families if they had.

Dramatic? Maybe to us. But beans are durable and well tempered. After the initial trauma, they were just very sleepy. Exhausted from the separation anxiety from their tree homes and unable to fully process that life would be very different — they took a siesta.

Life is Tough When You Can’t Find the Coffee

Life is tough when you can't find the coffee. 16/365 paintings. Copyright 2013

16/365 Paintings in 2013

Cafe interruptus. These birds have a bad case of “life is off to a rough start today.”

One bird ate the coffee, while the other pooped in it, two birds know gravity well enough to know that when one moves their beak they lose their cherished coffee, and another digs for it not knowing it’s on his back. It’s the bird that uses the coffee cup for a toilet that I really feel sorry for. The one with her dirty feet in the cup? Not so much. The belly dancer? Nah, he has some mad skills, I’m not worried. The meditator will lose his cup soon enough, but he will learn from the experience.

Those birds… 

Project notes: I’ve decided that when I start selling prints at the store, my subscribers get some major discounts. It’s the least I can do for subjecting you all to my silly mind.