Art Burshy had just delivered his paintings to his gallery for the newest exhibition.
When he arrived the woman that organises the exhibition and had been in touch with Art directly came to him, with a face as if she had just eaten a rotten grapefruit.
Art Burshy opened his eyes, and his eye brows moved into a puzzled frown...what had he done wrong now?
The woman started to tell him that he was late, the art works should have been delivered some days ago, also as some of them still had to be framed and the exhibition started already in a week. Did he not read the many mails and reminders she had sent? Why had he not picked up his mobile phone when she had tried to call him? What did he think he was doing? Did he not want to make this exhibition a success? Did he not remember that he had signed a document, committing specifically to deliver the art works on time and packed in the right way?
Many thoughts crossed Art's mind:
- did she not know that she was dealing with a creative artist, not with a bureaucratic organiser of vernissages?
- did she expect him to read his mail every day; wow, Art thought that e-mail actually was created for non- urgent topics, to be read at a time that it is convenient for the recipient.
- was she surprised he did not pick up his phone when she called, knowing she is such a tight-ass frustrated and over-stressed old bat?
- did they not get 70% of the sales revenues, and was he then supposed to solve all her problems?
After the woman had kept nagging for almost 20 minutes Art tried to intervene; "where would you like me to put them?".
For a moment the woman was surprised, but instantly after that she started again with her diarrheaof words.
Then Art's good mood as by lightning disappeared, his ears became red, he started to shiver, and finally after a silence where he had stopped breathing, he screamed:
"I AM AN ARTIST...SO I HAVE THE RIGHT TO F*CK THINGS UP"
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Artist comment >>
This was the first time I have drawn Art Burshy. I used it in an article at www.mauriceblog.org to illustrate the La Valise Noire concept. I just started drawing a funny image of myself (and no, it doesn't look like me) and ended up drawing Art. The character didn't have a name at that time...that came recently.
Response was directly quite positive, even people asking me whether there are bumper stickers or merchandise of it. Well, not yet, but decided now to start publishing in a more structured way.
Hope you enjoy the cartoons, and let me know if you have any ideas.
Maurice
