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When I was small and studied at an art school, I had a chance to paint the glass on the kitchen door. I took the brushes, gouache, drank apple juice and depicted flamingos in the reeds.
My first day, everyone praised me, was very nice to observe how our kitchen transformed. On the second day, everything is accustomed to pink flamingos. A week later he began annoying everyone, including me. But no one decided to take a rag and wash off him, because it painted his beloved son! Fortunately, at one of the parties, some big uncle came to visit, who got drunk like a pig, leaned on this glass and squeezed him with his ass. Now it seems to me that it was a conspiracy of parents who were specifically invited and drank it uncle, so that the Pink Flamingo curve would leave the door to the kitchen.
Realizing your mistake, I did not spoil the doors, walls and windows.
Perhaps this is a children's injury, and maybe you will even agree with me, but I can't tolerate all this wretched amateur. When some creative soul is starting in the entrance, which decides that the real artist is closely close in the walls of a small apartment, and it is necessary to paint the entrance, put swans in the courtyard from the tires and make a palm tree from plastic bottles.
One of my readers sent me the pictures of this St. Petersburg entrance as a positive example. There, also got my Michelangelo on the front:
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The reader argues that all this painting "adds heat" ...
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I have nothing against naive art and any self-esteem, when she does not stick into the brain. You are an artist? Do you see so much? Well, do the exhibition, who likes it - will come. I want to leave the house in a clean tidwing entrance so that no one fucked my brain to my creative gusts.
And you?
2742 Never have against naive art and any amazing when she does not stick into the brain. You are an artist? Do you see so much? Well, do the exhibition, who likes it - will come. I want to leave the house in a clean tidwing entrance so that no one fucked my brain to my creative gusts.
And you?