The alarm just went off, and last night Art had made a new canvas ready for painting, it is smiling at him, inviting him to make yet another art work.
The only thing Art needs to do is step out of bed, pick up a brush and start painting.
Still, he just does not feel like getting out of bed.
And somehow he comes up are more reasons to stay in bed than with reasons to get up...
There are many thoughts:
- who is actually waiting for this newest painting, and who says it will be a great painting
- the latest paintings have not yet been sold, so no pressure
- he forgot to buy new lemon yellow paint, and who can make a painting without lemon yellow...
- if he paints he also has to wash the brushes afterwards, thoroughly, and he hates that...
Actually it is not about how many art works that you make...is it?
It is more the quality; there are quite some artists who do not have many art works but are still quite famous.
And Art already made lots of paintings, some of them are quite good, he is quite sure about it.
There are already plenty of paintings that should make him famous.
It is actually quite a miracle he has not yet become very famous, as his paintings are much better than anything he has seen...
- better than Warhol who just reproduced stuff without real emotion,
- better than Damien Hirst, who just invents shocking ideas and then pays others to make an expensive version
- better than all these video artists that just make a video of a typewriter or a screaming face
- better than these new Chinese artists, that are now sponsored by their government and have factories of people making their art works
Well, after all these thought Art yawns. He turns around and mumbles
'well, all that thinking was enough work for the day anyway, see you all tomorrow"
And with a happy smile on his face he peacefully falls asleep.
