Friday, 13 July 2012

The Gray Sky

Jean Pierre: I'm beginning to feel like a fake as an artist.
Marina: There's a lot of money in fake's in the art world.
Jean Pierre: No, I mean the fact that I haven't created a painting this month.
Marina: What about these canvases here then?
Jean Pierre: That's where the problem lies. I've learnt to paint so well that they come out
looking like photographs.
Marina: So then they're not paintings anymore, I see.
Jean Pierre: Its the same way that distorted photographs become paintings.
Marina: The more I move in the art world the more I learn.
Jean Pierre; I learn you're never realy in the art world til you're out of it.
Marina: Til you're dead you mean.
Jean Pierre: Dead or detested. When you're detested you're no longer a threat and then you're
invited in.
Marina: Its like how those in art class in school who are no good get nine out of ten to encourage
them.
Jean Pierre: And at the same time art geniuses get one out of ten to encourage THEM.
Marina: Well, I'll give you two out of ten.
Jean Pierre: Oh, you're so insulting. I wish for none.
Marina; I think you had better start painting with your left hand, then you'll be able to paint
again.
Jean Pierre: I doubt I'd be able to paint at all.
Marina: Those are the types of paintings that sell the best! Why didn't we think of this before?!
Jean Pierre: Maybe I wasn't thinking Modern Art enough.
Marina: Well, put away the past and paint over it then.
Jean Pierre: I feel that all my ideas are like watercolors that all fade away.
Marina: Ideas should be like the sky. Changeable.
Jean Pierre: Have you caught the sky in London recently? Its been nearly always gray.
Marina: I know. There's been a cloud over the London art scene all year.
Jean Pierre: Maybe I should return home.
Marina: What Somerstown? Its just around the corner.
Jean Pierre: No, France. Somerstown's my name.
Marina: As I said, the more I move in the art world the more I learn.
Jean Pierre: I don't know how you get thru it, the little you know.
Marina: Well, I won't reveal my secret. Let me just say its an art.   

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