The artiste was a younger guy, thirty at the most, who set up his easel with
a painting in progress in the lobby of the hotel. We were staying for a
total of five days. During that five days the artiste made no progress on
the painting. What an actor, I think he missed his calling.
We would come down in the morning and there he'd be, with his attitude on,
his palette, his painting, and not a speck of paint on his clothes. None on
the brush either, in fact, I never really saw him put any paint on the
canvas the whole time we were there. He would sit in front of the canvas,
stare at it, putz a little bit, touch a paintless brush to it, then look up
to see if anyone was watching. We became rather invisible after awhile so
he let down his performance gaurd. If no one was in the lobby paying
attention to him, he'd fart around on his computer until someone came in.
Supposedly he's getting ready for a show in Nov. Now, I know what it's like
getting ready for shows and you do NOT sit in the lobby of a hotel
pretending to paint. You're in your studio working your ass off to get
ready.
If the hotel was smart, they'd hire him just to sit there and look artistic.
Maybe they have already. We'll wait until next year to see if he ever
finished the painting.
--
Colleen
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> I used to work with an older guy that thought he was an artiste. He
> had the goatee beard and wore a Beret for a hat to work. He even knew
> a few phrases in French to toss around. He did do some nondescript
> flower paintings on cast iron skillet bottoms and circular saw blades
> on occasion.
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