Ritter
has given me further orders. They will be carried out but I wanted to
see Carmine in action with something smaller first
We
went to an art exhibition this evening. Kept my distance but kept an eye on him
as he casually wandered around. He finally came to a stop beside a woman who
was admiring a painting. Watched as he struck up a conversation with her. I
couldn’t hear it of course, but whatever he said charmed her enough to eventually
leave with him. I followed as he led her on, finally bringing her into an alley
where he made his attack. He suddenly shoved her into a wall, using his body to
keep her pinned as he clamped a hand over her nose and mouth. I kept watch in
case anyone came by, sparing a glance back every now and then to see her
struggle against him in desperate want for breath. Fortunately, no one
interrupted and she wasn’t strong enough to break free. Carmine smiled and
winked at me as her fighting slowed then ceased. I returned the smile and gave
him a nod to let him know that I was satisfied, before leaving him to dispose
of the corpse
See, it's posts like this that make me wonder why I like you.
ReplyDeleteThough that may just be me clinging to my last vestiges of denial.
We all must bear some blood on our hands in this eventually, dear. I am simply trying to get the best idea of his capabilities before thrusting him into a situation with higher stakes.
DeleteWhat society do we live in, where a person can't even finish admiring the painting before getting killed.
ReplyDeleteOn a side note, I just have to ask, just, simply have to, what was the painting of, what did it look like. It was after all, the last drawing she saw before her death.
Ha! Hey, you were the one who said he would take out a museum full of art if it was being used as a proxy base. What about their enjoyment of the paintings?
DeleteBesides, she left with him willingly, so I think it's safe to assume that she had finished her admiration hehe
Oh don't get me started on what that painting was. I was trying to hold back the rant but here it goes. I could see it from where I was, but can't tell you what it was of, because it was one of those post modern abstract splatter things. I'm probably going to come across as a snob, and I'm sorry for that, but I can't stand them.
The colours were nice together, I suppose, but there was no real shape, no discernible subject, not even a pattern. In my opinion, there was no suggestion of any skill because I'm pretty certain that if you drank paint and vomited onto a canvas, you would come up with something that looked like this. If I wanted to see artistic splatter, I'd watch one of Dario Argento's films from the 70s or 80s. At least there, it's usually done well and often mixed in with beautiful architecture, a good musical score, and good atmosphere
Not snobby, just unaware. The style you refer to is called abstract expressionism and I am very fond of it, so I will contextualise it for you.
DeleteFirst off, a little art history lesson – it's not at all post-modern. Abstract expressionism came about just after WW2. The idea behind it was exactly as you described - improvised, indiscernible, based around the act of creating the art more than anything. After the Great Depression and, obviously, the second world war, most art was vanilla impressionism, about politics, since the cubism movement had died down. The movement in question, abstract expressionism, came about as an antidote to the serious political art.
Next, the artists were typically very young and carefree, their societies were loosely organised. Bear in mind we are approaching the 1950s. This is when the concept of being a teenager came about, someone with the rights of adults, but the responsibilities of children. Notions like rebellion, style and consumerism. Teddy boys and teddy girls, etc. So it makes perfect sense that these artists went for something radically different to what was being done at the time – the rough vomit-like splatters, smacks, ect, something much coarser than what 1940s society was accustomed to.
Next, the artists were typically from poorer backgrounds. Some of them were influenced after serving in the war and/or experiencing poverty in the Great Depression. While the upper classes drew delicate political impressionism, these artists, who had experienced the raw, improvised brutality that was necessary for war and poverty, threw it all up onto their canvas.
And that's why abstract expressionism is as awesome and legit as fuck.
Well! It looks like you’ve just been schooled Miss Wolf.
DeleteIf you’re curious about my conversation with Danielle; I’ll tell you the gist of what I said:
Personally, I have no interest in various artistic movements and all I saw was a colorful mess when I looked at it, but she didn’t know that and I wasn’t going to tell her. What I DID tell her was that she had excellent taste. Then I went on to talk about how blue is a strong color and how even in small amounts it can be overpowering. The little spatters of blue in the painting revealed so much about the artist even though it only took up a relatively small space. It represented sadness and turmoil that the artist was attempting to hide, yet could not help but to express. Most of the world would miss it, except for the few who were observant enough to catch it. Since she was looking so deeply into the painting, she was clearly one of those few. She bought what I said and you know the rest.
Heh… It appears so, dear.
DeleteSanna: That context does help a bit. I apologize for mislabelling or coming across badly here. I am always happy to learn something new and I do thank you for the lesson. However, I hope you will forgive me for the fact that I still despise it.
I am sorry, but, while I certainly don't mind artwork that asks me to do work in terms of interpretation, I need the artist to give me something within the piece itself to work with as well. When I look at this sort of work, I do not see brutality or the struggles of the poor. At best I see a colourful Rorschach test. At worst, I see lazy pretentiousness
But, I suppose it just comes down to personal preference/experience and we will just have to agree to disagree. I am not the arbiter of what can be considered art, after all
Hey red bull you prick, leave blue out of your fucking bullshittery! Blue is fucking awesome and makes me think of bruises and clear skies and the deep sea and drowning fuckers. Oh and only the best motherfucking flavors of candy and drinks like Pepsi Blue. I wish they’d bring that shit back
DeleteAh Pepsi Blue. I can still remember the taste. I think I’m going to go vomit forever at that thought
DeleteIf you’re going to puke, do it on a canvas! Sanna might want it!
DeleteHart, puke on a canvas for me. But drink lead-based paint first.
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