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Paint Blobs in the Street Stuart Wilde June 2004 |
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The arrogance of ignorance sometimes makes me sad. Some while ago, the most famous artist in the world walked past me in the street, I acknowledge him and said politely, 'Good morning." He stuck his nose in the air and affecting a very plummy, upper-crust voice, he replied, "I never say good morning to anyone,'' he then walk on without saying anything else. I had sat next to him at a luncheon the week before so it wasn't as if he was being accosted by a stranger. He paints portraits that make people look grotesque; he also does flabby nudes with blotches and varicose veins and crooked teeth, and things 'pubic' hanging out incoherently; lots of private parts past their sell-by date, destined only for the knacker's yard. I read in the Times that one of his paintings sold in New York for seven million buckaroulies. I'm not sure what people see in them, maybe they remind of relatives they don't like. The man is old. A friend of his told me he is very scared of dying. I can see why. I feel sorry for him. What does it profit a man to sell varicose veins for seven mill' if he has lost his humanity and if his soul is so putrid that the arrogance of ignorance has forever buried him in a dank place from which nothing escapes? Keep practicing your brushwork! This world is mad, you never know what people will want next. © Stuart Wilde 2004 www.stuartwilde.com |
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