Professional Documents
Culture Documents
By Steven Kas
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all it is my money! It will come in handy if I have to take off
and leave this rotten city behind. Rosalinda needs pampering,
lavish gifts and luxury" - well he sighed - "Super models are
expensive, but they are worth it."
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excrement. He knew about an Italian artist who died
recently -- Piero Manzoni, who canned his own product
in tuna cans for posterity, but painting with it? Whoa.
That should knock Dogface off his rockers. He wondered
for a while what it would be like, brush or palette knife,
how long does it take to dry, would it crack? He might
even mix some Elmer's glue to bond, he concluded. Yes
definitely! This was the answer, the ultimate insult to the
public and the art critics.
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about having a black lover... Specially since he sacked up with
Amelia who was white as snow. All red heads were...
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hand, with a who-cares-what-you-think expression on
his face Hector headed for home.
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house. The smell of turpentine and stale cold pizza hit
him in the face: Home. Sweet home.
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another collection of virgin prairie wisdom. Well, that
was ten years ago, she had moved to the big city, met
Hector and fell in love. She quickly lost her virginity and
the five grand. Poetry? It is still in her, she insists, and
eventually will emerge... soon as she finds her new
distinctive voice and urban identity. For some reason she
cut herself loose from her past, except from the
occasional monetary transaction originated by the proud
parents. She avoided all contact with the life on the
distant family farm. Patience everybody, she will come
back... and in the mean time she is watches TV and gets
fat. Big and comfortable like a security blanket... Hector
often times muses about her dimensions.
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"Hector... Sweetheart... You are not paying
attention to me again."
"Who is he?"
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He came up with volume rather than quality. A
few pounds of potatoes, a package of linguini, five
frozen wieners, some ice cream so old it was crystallized,
a couple of cans of creamed corn, one can of spinach,
peanut butter, orange marmalade (white mold on the
top), cocoa powder, a couple of onions, a pack of
hamburger helper and a half a box of Shake-and-Bake.
Bread, a quart of milk and a couple of slices of cold pizza
since who knows when. It will do, he thought and he got
to work.
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"Are you nuts? You want to kill yourself. What is the
matter with you? Honest... sometimes I feel useless, rather
quit than worry about your guys... I had less problems with
Evel Knevel..."
It was horrifying!
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of his small canvases fetched as much as fifteen hundred
dollars. He used to be the toast of the local critics.
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"You are a genius, Hecie!" and she wrapped her
warm body around the shivering artist.
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uncontrollable exasperation. He called Hector
everything in his vocabulary under the label of "loser".
The "great" idea crashed right out of the back door into
the dumpster. Bruno kicked him out of his office
swearing that all his remaining "junk", he called his
works "junk" -- will be burned in hell with Hector
included. His boys were standing at the front door
holding their noses pinched and applauding their Boss
as the humiliated Hector left The Gallery. They sprayed
Garden Magic air freshener (Mountain Potpourri) all
over the Gallery. Repeatedly.
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"Jump, you stinking plagiarizer... I dare you. Jump!"
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Dogface stared to the paper and with a mad dash,
raced out to the back. Just in time, a garbage truck was
halfway into the back lane when Bruno pulled La Porta
Numero Uno out of the dumpster.
by
Hector AAmazing
1950-1998
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