At 10:15, I got the call "I'm at the Factory, I'm ready." Ruhiel Trejo had arrived anxious to present his 'freestyle'.
We had only just agreed to date and time the night before via Facebook chat.
The informal arrangement of the schedule in no way reflects the work ethic of the participants of LAB 19.
Ruhiel came prepared armed with a can of what he called 'the ugliest shade of green' paint, couple tubes of acrylic paint and his playlist.
I continued to dismantle day 3's exhibit, which I had started earlier in the morning.
"I actually prefer this wall. It is smaller too." He said as he pointed to the opposite side of the room.
Quickly, we changed everything around.
"Are there speakers?"
The lights were turned on and Trejo diligently began his task. He wasted no time sloshing the immense 'green angel' unto the black wall.
Laughingly, he said, "it's actually a bird."
He waited for the paint to dry, while the fumes thickened the air.
He then filled the bright green form with white tags from an aerosol can. The paint spraying a subtle white mist in the dark room.
Time crept on but not slowly enough to forgive the paint's sluggish response.
Our allotted time in the LAB was quickly coming to a close.
We locked the shutters, out the lights and exited.