For a long time an idea about writing a short fiction about an Art Heist was pregnant in my mind. I am still ruminating about the plot, the places, the situations and everything about it. I decided to select an art object. It’s a world famous one but it’s my own invention. The painting is titled ENIGMA and it’s painted by Illuminaticus who belongs to the secret society Illuminati. Now let me describe the ENIGMA. It’s a surreal symbolic painting. A ship of people are standing on the deck all of whom are blind and they are expressing angst with their hands lifted high in the air. The ship itself is floating on the ocean which is surreally portrayed as being made up of eyes. Actually the idea for the panting came to me in a dream and I till to this day have not been able to decipher the symbolic meaning of the painting. If someone talented could draw the painting I would be so grateful.
Now there arrives my problem. Can this art object be stolen from a Museum? If so, which Museum? I named the museum Sphinx in Chicago. I don’t know Chicago and I have never been to Chicago. How does the thief Borges scale the electrified walls of the Museum? I don’t know. I am not a thriller writer. How will he encounter the ferocious Rottweilers in the museum vicinity? If he shoots them, the noise will attract the guards. How can he deactivate the alarm? How can he break through fingerprint activating locks? Again the answer is a miserable no. As I am writing this fiction, I don’t have any answers but only questions.
Another scenario which I imagined was to conduct the heist while the ENIGMA was on tour for an expedition. I selected the country India since this was the place where I live. While being transported in an armored carriage what will happen? The robber stands on a tree and shoots the tires of the carriage. Then what will happen? How will be able to break the barriers of armor? Assume that the security guards make their exit from the armored cage. Then Borges our robber shoots all of them and makes off with the booty.
I don’t want to write in this style as this style has become a cliché for many who done it stories. But still I am tempted and out of this temptation remain this fiction. Everything including the painting ENIGMA is fiction. Perhaps the painting is after all an ENIGMA.