And he told his accountant that this would be a work trip...
he would go to find inspiration and break through some barriers...
so the cost of the trip are tax-deductible, aren't they?!
This morning he wakes up on the beach...
or is it afternoon already...
he has this weird feeling in his head that he only vaguely recognises from years ago when he was young...
almost feels like a huge hangover...
Looking around he sees the wine bottles of last night.
He smiles and starts to remember the great conversations he had, the brilliant stories that he heard..
or did he imagine.
Now he senses the taste of 'dead birds' in his mouth...
and somehow he now notices his heart is beating in his head...
and he feels pain in his neck, as if he has slept all night in a weird position...
Yes, these are the consequences of a bacchanal night like the ancient Greeks used to have. And it is pretty painful now, but he smiles as...like for the Greek the greatest myths were created during the darkest moments of such nights, and somehow he can feel the inspiration coming.
Art feels that many people stay to often in their safe zone, never willing to go too deep anymore, and afraid to have some pain afterwards... that is so monotonous and boring! Art smiles like a dog happily awakening from being operated still fuzzy from the anaesthetics... this is painful, but at least he is alive...and he thinks that this will lead him definitely to a true master piece...what do you think?
