It's always fun to come to the Art gallery of the assheads, marginal artists of the World of Fantasy. Today I have seen the picture you are looking at, it made me interesting, as more people worked on it, not considering the picture as a whole, nor the work of its predecessors. Then, out of a large cardboard box, an old man came out and came to me. There were two big holes in the box, so I realized that the guy was looking at me from the box for a while.
- Do you like the picture? - he asked. His eyes, red from lack of sleep, staring at me. On the old clothes he wore on himself, there was a stain of color.
- I was impressed with - I said cautiously, knowing the unpredictable nature of people who deal with art - Did you do it?
His face was stretched into a smile, a few teeth that he had left, flashes from the mouth cavity.
- Yes - proudly erect his chicken breast an old man - Inspiration wore me all the time!
He looked at me with a look that required my other questions about the image, need to tell any story, to anyone, about his work, was in it taut like a catapult.
- What inspired you? - I ask the old man, and he barely welcomed the question and said:
- Last week I was visiting my friend Jergon, the King of the Dwarves.
(His statement that the mighty King of the Dwarves his friend was so incredible, that it must have been true. Assheads usually have unusual life stories.)
"It is well known to you that the dwarves appreciate their privacy, keep their place of residence confidential and may be ruthless if you disturb them. As a friend of Jergon, "the old man says," I have surely passed the territory of the dwarves. As I approached his home, I noticed more and more than the vicinity of his underground apartment - in the old roots - was edited by the gardening techniques of the dwarves. Dwarves worship their king and their nature makes them do something for him every day. For example, to clean the weed and planted rare plants and flowers around his house. Some day they polished the old root under which the King lives. So the environment of his house went out completely artificial, unnatural. The king is angry because he now has no privacy, his home has become like a public park, sweet hide, dear dwarves, was taken away from him. He told me. "Dear friend, if you think it's nice to be a king, you are not right. Everything has its own price." This visit inspired me to paint this work. -
I nodding my head as if to understand how much potential was in that situation, so inspiration was a natural consequence.
- Art freedom is expressed here - I said to the old man - maybe with the King of the Dwarves, on it, the picture was even more effective.
The old asshead looked at me strictly and asked:
- Did you see the King of the Dwarves?
"I did not even see an ordinary dwarf," I admitted.
The old man looked at me for a moment or two with a disappointed look, then he turned and entered the box.
I felt a look from the box on my back as I left the gallery.
