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2002-07-10 22:35:18 ET Today, late evening, I went to another art exposition. This time they didn’t serve us white wine like the other times; instead the only gave us some cheap beers and a few sodas, not even coke. I didn’t got many snacks like the other times, I guess I delayed too much staring the works showed there, because when I finally went to the place where the snack where serving there were only a few, and the tastiest ones were out, so I only grabbed what was left and... ah, yes, no white wine this time, so I barely could drink a bit of beer, though I don’t really like it that much... yeah, call me a pussy, I don’t like too much bitter things, I’ve been too much into sweeeet stuff. There weren’t many snobs like the last time either, so I could stand the ambient. So, then I finished looking again the art works and left. By my way O bought a coke and that was all, so I’m here now. Watching all the paintings, draws and others, made feel so damn likely to paint something, but damn I'm not good, and I have only made one painting at oils, but I really was feeling so damn likely to paint at that same moment watching the works. My hand, my eyes, were almost ready to do something but it wasn't the correct place, well at least I've now dicided to go but a canvas tomorrow; I have many ideas I'd like to do but I can't seem to realize them by not diciding which should I do first. I was thinking in parodying something else (again), yeah I know, I haven't been to original, but I promise, I do promise I will come up with something original by me one day, like I said I have many ideas I'd like to realize. Anyway, the artist, defunct now, that his works were showing there, was born the same year Coca-Cola was invented! Can you guess the year? |
