Our artist Art Burshy loves to have a beer; not one but rather a few, the alcohol makes him feel he exists, touches his deeper soul and dives into the overwhelming pool of life.
He likes to remind people of a Dutch expression "Dronken mensen en kinderen spreken altijd de waarheid" which can be freely translated as "Drunk people and children always speak the truth".
So Art - especially while being drunk - feels he should follow this deeper truth.
And while being drunk everything is great,
he can make art works and they will be master pieces,
women at the bar become the true access to pure happiness,
the bar tender becomes a close friend to share deeper reflections,
the beer becomes an inspirational gold liquid that should be promoted as it brings true happiness.
Then afterwards when waking up he wonders whether all these inspirational and passionate moments were actually so brilliant:
- his master pieces have become undefined 'blobs' of colours on canvas
- the pure women have become grumpy bitches with deep lines in their faces and too much make-up
- the liquid gold beer has caused head aches and left a taste of dead birds in his mouth
- his friend the bartender has forgotten who he is, and seems to have more focus on young blond girls than old hairy artists like Art
So, if Art is really honest he might admit he feels regret, maybe even guilt of things he has done or how he has wasted his time.
But at the same time Art likes the bar, the memories bring a smile on his face, he feels a need to go to the bar again, meet his friends...so, he will go with best intentions, taking his first beer carefully. And after 2 beers the others buy him more beers, become joyful...and a dark lady touches his shoulder and asks him to 'dance'...and all he can mumble is: "...let me just finish my beer" as a last resistance to go again with the flow of his feelings, his passion, his adrenaline, his...testosterone.
C'est la vie d'Art ;)
