“Just look at that. Swans – on a lake – and if you look in the water, just there, thems become elephants! Ruddy elephants! That takes creativity, that. Loads of creativity! Tons! And a very busy little mind,” he rasped “to see the turn of a swan’s neck become the curl of an elephant’s trunk. Never would have spotted something like that mesel’…”
“Renoir’s ‘Bathers’ is another. I bet ‘e never laid eyes on so many nekkid wimmin at once, not once in ‘is life! But ‘e goes an’ paints ’em! What an imagination!”
“I notice your accent seems to have relocated somewhat,” I say
“Pay attention, boy!” the reader snaps, flicking another digitized artwork on the holo.
“Predictable!” I snap back.
“Shut it, and listen to me!” BAM! The reader slams his clammy hand on the lectern.
“Escher’s ‘Relativity’ – absolute proof the man was off ‘is tits on morphine! Mind as loopy as a bat in a spaghetti drying house! And as busy as, to boot!”
“What? Morphine? Morphine doesn’t do that to you…it knocks you out! Certainly makes you far too drowsy to draw anything as complex as that rather disturbing image.” I argue. “Nevertheless, I agree the man’s mind must’ve been rather active, yes.”
BAM! Clammy hands slam the lectern again.
“You just shut it, and listen to me! I am trying to make a point here, and I find it very difficult to make a point to you when you keep on interrupting me at every turn!” the reader yells.
“Well, what point exactly?” Exasperated, I just want this lesson to end. ‘Art history and the modern mind’ is not one of my most favourite classes.
“This!” he breathes, in awe – possibly at connecting dots only he can see in his warped intellect.
I peer at the hologram, scrutinizing the sweep of the brush, wondering what it is I am supposed to be seeing.
Clearly, from the reader’s effervescent reveal of this rather dull oblong, I am meant to have an epiphany of such magnitude that I see what ever it is he sees when he looks at this dreadful dreck.
“I don’t get it.” I confess. “I just don’t see the connection. All the other works were busy, surreal and complex constructions. This is none of those things! It’s a dull red square on another, more dull red square.”
“EXACTLY! Bravo!” The reader cheers. “That, my boy, is exactly the point! What you are looking it is sheer genius! You hear me?! GENIUS! That – my chirpy little know-it-all student – is the Art of Boredom”
© Dave Luis 2015. All Rights Reserved.
The Art of Boredom is a the first post in the third series of tandem blogs. Clickety-click on my eight co-authors’ posts to see what they have posted with the same title: