The following tale (of course, about fine art) from ginger cat Charlie.
‘’How to Make a Bigger Impact in Your Creative Field.’’
Episode one.
Salutations, my Glorious friends.
This is going to be an exciting event for us now. I’m looking forward to hearing about the cool stuff and stories from the host when he digs up those artworks from the archive. Yesterday, he quickly put together a set of four figurative paintings and showed them to me with a grin that only he could pull off right in front of my skeptical expression. They weren't that impressive to me. I couldn't pull off making a snub-nosed muzzle.
The host really got me interested in Alphonse Mucha's "Four Seasons" after he hopped on his horse and started explaining it. He'd totally grab my face and keep chatting while staring into my tiger eyes if I looked away. These "Four Seasons" are stuck in my head.
Can a ginger tabby enter Picasso's Cubism or Art Nouveau by Alphonse Mucha? It's my turn now. The more you share, the more I enjoy it. Just wait for the evenings when the neighbourhood cats hang out on our fences to chat about the day, and I'll catch them up on the art.
Everyone here acts like I'm some kind of professor and just stares at me in awe. Isn't that awesome?
Anyway, it's time to munch on my favourite nuts and catch some Z's.
You might think I'm joking, but I just had another amazing adventure that felt like something out of a dream.
I ended up hanging out in a celebrity's dressing room. Paris is back. She brushed off her art director and wiped off her makeup while checking herself in the mirror. He told her to grab a Mucha art nouveau poster for the play "Gismonda."
Noticing her narrowed gaze in the mirror, he widened his eyes and excitedly shared his thoughts on how much he admired young talent.
With a grin, she said, "Your protégé's got skills, but we've all got deadlines to meet." When's this genius gonna finish his big masterpiece?
He totally ignored her question and just asked, "Who the heck is there?" when he heard a knock at the door. The answer was ‘’Flowers for the amazing Sara Bernhardt’’.
‘’Don’t take those flowers to bed with you. Hey Sarah, why not crack open the bedroom window at night?” he suggested, handing her a big bouquet tied up with a ribbon.
There were a bunch of bouquet swaps.
Sarah tilted her head and raised an eyebrow, looking curious. In his best impression of the English Parliament Speaker, he kissed her hand and said, "Don't worry—we'll get everything done on time and for a great price, madam!"
This genius was just hanging out, waiting for some directions, and stressing about what to eat for breakfast tomorrow.
I jolted awake at this moment. Either I needed a little food, or the overpowering aroma of flowers was to blame.
As soon as I gnaw on my dry food, I will probably fall asleep again. At that point, my narrative will go on.
Catch you later, my friend.
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