DENVER, CO – Blucifer, the iconic demon horse who has been greeting folks on their way to Denver International Airport since 2008, is hell-bent on restoring his good name.
Blucifer reached out to The Oyster for an interview to clear up some common misconceptions held by the public and to rehabilitate his image. We visited him late last night and recorded the following interview. Below is the entire interview with snarls and horse lips omitted.
Oyster: What made you decide to reach out and do this interview?
Blucifer: First of all, thank you for giving me this opportunity. To be honest, I was rejected at least 5 times before you guys said yes, so I appreciate the platform. As for why I’m doing this, it’s simple really. The truth needs to come out. I know what the public says about me and after a while, it really started to affect my self-worth as a horsie. It’s hard to hear all those things and not internalize it, you know?
O: What are some of things you’ve heard that you take issue with?
B: Let me just come right out and address the elephant in the room. Yes, I did kill my creator, rest in peace Luis Jiménez, but that doesn’t make me a bad horsie. This is the biggest misconception the public has about me. First of all, I am a nice horsie. Secondly, it was an unavoidable accident. Here’s the story in a nutshell. Luis was finishing up my left leg and I remember being excited he was almost done creating me. Suddenly, part of my leg snapped off and fell on Luis, cutting him badly. I tried to help but there was only so much I could do being an entirely stationary piece of art. It was awful. Not a day goes by where I don’t think about him.
O: The public thinks you’re cursed because of that incident. And frankly, those eyes don’t help either. Do you think you’re cursed? Are you a demon?
B: Unequivocally no. I am not a demon. I am not cursed. I am your average 32-foot-tall fiberglass blue horsie who loves his job. I was made to do my job, quite literally. Don’t forget that. I was made [Blucifer’s emphasis] with these eyes. If I could have chosen the color of my eyes, do you think I would have gone with “fiery pits of hell red”?
O: Do you have any plans for the future? Where do you see yourself in 10 years?
B: I’m no spring chicken. I’m 28 years old now. I’ve been here doing this job for 13 years. At some point, you have to start thinking about retirement. I can’t imagine I’ll slow down too much, though. I’m not one of those “retire to the beach” type horsies. I need to be doing something.
O: Have you thought about what that might be?
B: Yeah, I have and I want to give back. Maybe I’ll visit sick kids in the hospital or start a charity for other pieces of misunderstood art. I’m not exactly sure, but whatever it is, it’ll give people a chance to get to know the real me.
O: Is there anything else you want to say to the people before we go?
B: Don’t judge a book by its cover. Just because I might look a certain way or you’ve heard rumors of some terrible thing I supposedly did in my past, doesn’t give you the right to say mean things about me. Those things really hurt. Before you tear someone down, get to know them. I promise you’ll love me once you see past my eyes.