This is the story of a man and a monkey.
There was a man who had a monkey whom he kept in a cage,
mostly. No one ever knew the man had the
monkey. The monkey was quiet and happy
most of the time, and didn’t mind being in the cage at all.
The man was an artist.
One day the man prepared his studio to begin a new
painting. He laid out his paints and
brushes and pinned some loose canvas on the wall, as was his custom. Then he un-caged the monkey and set him
amongst the painting materials. The
monkey took right to it. He had a grand
time splashing and smearing paint all over the canvas. He made quite a mess. After an hour or so the monkey seemed to lose
interest, and so the man cleaned him up and returned him to his cage.
Several days later, after the paint had dried, the man took
the canvas off the wall and measured it and built a stretcher for it. After stretching the canvas the man built a
nice frame for it as well. The man
signed the painting. Then he filled his
pipe with tobacco and sat and had a nice long smoke.
i am with the monkey.
ReplyDeleteOnce there was a woman, an artist renouned as a monochrome expressionist, who had a pet crow. She gave him (?her - it's hard to tell) the run of the studio, which had canvas on the floor. She also had a dog, and usually he wasn't allowed in the studio. So when the canvas was well covered with dusty prints of the artist's shoes, and crow droppings, the artist would put the crow in his/her cage, open a tub of black or grey paint and bring the dog in to the studio; she would dip his paws in the paint, and set him to chasing a ball around the room. After a few days, when dog had been washed clean and the paint was dry, she would cut the canvas into squares, mount them, give the series a title, and send it all off to her gallery.
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