I'm not a person who can really appreciate fine art. Or modern art. Or high art. I don't mind the classic stuff, or at least, I think it's pretty to look at, but I don't know anything about it. No doubt there's a tip of the hat to all the greatest artists, but I'm afraid to say, you're finest work is lost on me. Sorry.
In fact, I know so little about it, that when you say painter; I think stripey top, dodgy moustache and a beret and/or scarf. I realise that stereotypes of French people make up only a tiny percentage of genius-level artists, but it's all I think of as soon as someone starts talking about art. So while other people take the art-making process seriously, I decided to dress up as a stereotype. Which is slightly racist... And we should all be against slagging the cheese-eating-surrender-monkies.
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The Blond Boss actually has some skill with a brush. I've seen her paint, so I guess you could say she was the master and I the student. Except I didn't study, and she paints while under the influence.
Dr Frasier, who we all miss since he left for Roma, would almost certainly have a complete panic attack when he sees this. You see, he's got culture and class and stuff. I do not. But like I say, I really do have admiration for the creative-process and everything. I've seen works of art that take time to create. I've read about the toll that being a artistic genius takes on some of the greats. Depression, suicide, dreadful facial hair and long melancholy looks. Tough to bear for anyone.
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So it's done. I don't feel any artier. I don't really feel like I've created something. Nor do I feel like I've expressed myself. I'm totally chuffed with my dodgy moustache though... Classic!!!
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P.S. Two months in today. Two entire months... Holy crap.
Anyone seen "Youth In Revolt"?
ReplyDeleteThink the last photo is a real Francois Dillinger to Dans Nick Twisp...
This is one of your best blogs yet, not for the task itself though. I was really amused by the not so subtle racist undertones and really sketchy looking lip-tickler.
ReplyDeleteI've got an idea for a new thing to do, if you're interested. I feed the pigeons in the park a few times a week, and they've begun to fly right up into my hands and eat there, so I can rub them, and hold them. So if you're interested in experiencing this, then you could come with me!
ReplyDeleteDid I paint drunk? Don't remember....
ReplyDeleteI still owe u a painting! :)
Is the moustache real? If not, growing one could be another Thing to do! :)
ReplyDeletep.s. you're awesome! this is such a great idea. I don't know how you still have time to go to work!
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