We now 6:00 am .
All pets are still asleep . And I fed the cat. Make coffee . Including football and Vindous XP.
Coffee as always escaped (or escaped) . I can not stand and wait for him at the plate. As soon as the leave, so he ( it ) is a bastard once and at the plate. The train on which we have ONE WAY TICKET, female, flying swiftly forward. And only soothes matin outside the window, and natured football some French teams . How beautifully said of Shakespeare's plays are full of character (and there are now every day show on channel Culture on the occasion of the 450th anniversary of William ):
" If I die this year , then next will not die for sure. " The play was in English , and the interpreter translated for some reason without rhyme and verbatim quote I'm not certain . By the way, can not Shakespeare wrote all his works in verse ? Well God be with him . That woke up the cat , check your meal in the kitchen, contentedly back , licked and lay down on the carpet . What else does a man need ?
And yesterday I finished the next two of his paintings . You can see them. And you can not see. I draw them from two pieces to save time set- final works razbavitelnogo oil paint . Drawing pictures, it is perhaps all that's left for me, what distinguishes man from the cat . I am often accused of gloominess subjects of my paintings . But as rightly said some Russian filmmaker : "I am not a professional and I draw what I want ! "
Here is a brief commentary on the pictures : Scene 1 . Dummy I accidentally saw from the bus window . Was bad weather and he stood alone beside the road away from the store. And I felt sorry for him . Here stands one. And no legs and no arms , and even the head , damn , no. And even he did not talk to anyone. Wanted to draw it on the beach, but I draw the water had not yet learned . And it had to draw on a background of mountains on Mars .
Scene 2 . Both muzzle drawn from one photo gorilla. Left natural look male. And right I vows , shaved and dressed up . The result was a clever guy.
I liked the reaction of my 86 year old mother of one of my paintings : " And who is this young man on crutches ? I feel sorry for him . " I said, " Mom, it's a wolf, he now eats and grandfather and a woman ."
That's it. Yet .
Nicholas Rusin .
P.S. Hi aborigines !