“Back Off, I’m an Artist!”
This stern warning sent a shiver down the spine of customers who minutes ago had been patiently queuing for the next available teller.
“Careful he’s got a brush!”
Would this be the day that someone suffered for art? Paint splattered everywhere in an artistic massacre of modern art?
“Let me paint a picture for you.”
It was getting serious. It could only end in critique.
“I’m an artist… and a good one!”
How could anyone know that for sure? By who’s definition was this artist ‘good’? The way things were going it looked more like a confrontation with a bad artist. One with a disposition for performance art.
“I should be able to make a living from my art. I should be raking the money in!”
There’s nothing worse than a starving artist cornered.
“Why do people not buy my art?!”A pathetic performance by any standards. Clearly no one understood. Letting art speak for its self is no way to put on an exhibition. One and a half stars. Stay away from this one, it’ll only disappoint.
I told you it would end in critique.