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cat gleitzeit
Robert goes to art studio of Paul Jaisini.
Next afternoon Robert came to the art studio, a place jam-packed with paintings, drawings and photographs. Surprised he immediately saw many pieces he would like to buy. The artist showed Robert his portfolio of a series of works. Robert asked if he could buy it outright. The check was written from a new account of a Medical Clinic & Research Laboratories.
After spending hours in the Studio Robert didn’t understand what was so magnetic about this industrial loft with huge fans, simple wood tables, and walls covered with pictures of various sizes.
The artist was a slender man with intense hazel stare and bohemian layback manners. His linen pants rolled up, the white paper thin tea shirt contrasted his tan muscular hands. He walked barefoot stepping on his paintings.
Soon Robert believed that few paintings had to be his only to realize that sometimes “must have” things could be hard to get. When inquired about these particular pictures he saw how the artist’s mood suddenly changed. His smile melted away as a seagull disappearing in fog that Robert saw on one of the photographs. The artist grew melancholic as if a brush layered a grimacing twist over the man’s flashing smile. His eyes stopped glowing with sensual warmth of happiness.
Robert explained that having these paintings at the lab could radically improve the austere atmosphere and help scientists to work on a groundbreaking research.
Just as suddenly the artist exclaimed relieved: “Then you could hang my paintings for the time of your work. We’d sign a loan contact. I just can’t sell those. This largest oil is called Euphoria.”
Robert was impressed. He never saw a picture of such luminosity and harmony. You could view it for hours with all superimposing silhouettes.
A euphoric wave visualized! Robert almost caught a high while perceiving the picture’s subtle vivacity staring to see all at once to the point of hallucination.Did the semi-abstract figures start moving? Now Robert could understand the artist. If he owned this painting he would never sell it. “I also need your advice” he said when the artist offered him to drink just prepared chamomile tea with honey and lemon.
“Would you happened to know how to turn a plain office space into a place worthy to hang your paintings?”
The artist sipped on his tea. Then he mentioned of scenic designers he knows who might be competent in interior design he knew nothing about.
Robert agreed the idea sounded interesting. The typical interior designers tend to fill the space to the point that it looks like a furniture showroom.
“I don’t know why, -- he tried to explain, “this need for emotional stimulus. I used to see nothing but surgical instruments, light plain colors soon to be decorated with red runs. My eyes would usually find rest on the view of my nurse’s breast and such. Long time ago I used to date an artist, she liked my scalpels for sharpening pencils.”
cat gleitzeit
Robert goes to art studio of Paul Jaisini.
Next afternoon Robert came to the art studio, a place jam-packed with paintings, drawings and photographs. Surprised he immediately saw many pieces he would like to buy. The artist showed Robert his portfolio of a series of works. Robert asked if he could buy it outright. The check was written from a new account of a Medical Clinic & Research Laboratories.
After spending hours in the Studio Robert didn’t understand what was so magnetic about this industrial loft with huge fans, simple wood tables, and walls covered with pictures of various sizes.
The artist was a slender man with intense hazel stare and bohemian layback manners. His linen pants rolled up, the white paper thin tea shirt contrasted his tan muscular hands. He walked barefoot stepping on his paintings.
Soon Robert believed that few paintings had to be his only to realize that sometimes “must have” things could be hard to get. When inquired about these particular pictures he saw how the artist’s mood suddenly changed. His smile melted away as a seagull disappearing in fog that Robert saw on one of the photographs. The artist grew melancholic as if a brush layered a grimacing twist over the man’s flashing smile. His eyes stopped glowing with sensual warmth of happiness.
Robert explained that having these paintings at the lab could radically improve the austere atmosphere and help scientists to work on a groundbreaking research.
Just as suddenly the artist exclaimed relieved: “Then you could hang my paintings for the time of your work. We’d sign a loan contact. I just can’t sell those. This largest oil is called Euphoria.”
Robert was impressed. He never saw a picture of such luminosity and harmony. You could view it for hours with all superimposing silhouettes.
A euphoric wave visualized! Robert almost caught a high while perceiving the picture’s subtle vivacity staring to see all at once to the point of hallucination.Did the semi-abstract figures start moving? Now Robert could understand the artist. If he owned this painting he would never sell it. “I also need your advice” he said when the artist offered him to drink just prepared chamomile tea with honey and lemon.
“Would you happened to know how to turn a plain office space into a place worthy to hang your paintings?”
The artist sipped on his tea. Then he mentioned of scenic designers he knows who might be competent in interior design he knew nothing about.
Robert agreed the idea sounded interesting. The typical interior designers tend to fill the space to the point that it looks like a furniture showroom.
“I don’t know why, -- he tried to explain, “this need for emotional stimulus. I used to see nothing but surgical instruments, light plain colors soon to be decorated with red runs. My eyes would usually find rest on the view of my nurse’s breast and such. Long time ago I used to date an artist, she liked my scalpels for sharpening pencils.”