The Appreciator, the Amateur and the Professional

I like the most the appreciator. That is a person with a different profession, often exceptionally good at it, so carried away by the flow of life that he couldn’t complete at the right time painting, playing and gesture techniques. The clear awareness of a better, or if not, at least of a more honest and open world remains as a hope that nevertheless one day he’ll do it. He will stand on the riverbank. The tripod in front of him. He will be sinking in the endless blue of the sky, and everything, but everything will be endless blue and he will sink into it with all his heart and soul, and each gesture will make him equal with the Creator and he will be as a wanderer, who has returned to his father’s home.

Of course that is nothing but a dream. He meets otherwise others like him and they discuss passionately the latest works of a favorite artist, beloved by them, with whom they drink and whose works they buy all! with the deep sense of shame and hidden passion, so intrinsic to the systematically cheating husband.

We are lost without the appreciator. It seems good that people have not read Joseph Beuys….and have not become aware that every human being is an artist. And really is. And how should we have fed our children then?

The amateur has graduated Academy usually. It is great if the Amateur is a lady, because brought up in dreams, artistic practices and ArtLive, she will educate her children with love, passion, commitment and unconditional pursuit of the values and ethics of civility. A woman over 35 in a gallery is rare, except for the gallerist and her friends. There is always a Man standing behind.

If the amateur is a man, you will get what you see. Claims, struggles, intrigue, hypocrisy and the strong ego of the non-proved himself. The focus is on the flow of events and he follows every direction twitch in order to manifest himself.  The main issue is to turn on the movie, which is in his head – and he will be understood and he will be successful, and the uncle from America will not be alone, there will be lots of uncles, and they will see that he is the best, but misunderstood, but when he makes money, at that moment, oh yes, at that moment he will paint, say and play everything that shakes his soul and they will all be at his feet. And the stage lights will not go out and he will be like… like… like …. you say whom.

This is the drama I mostly like in Louis de Funes.

Short, of an age, theater actor, over 50, realizes that he doesn’t look like the slender, and young and irresistible Hamlet. The movie industry is a big thing in that case. And consider this – if he becomes famous, but very famous, even though he is short, ugly and bald, there is no way that he won’t get the role. A bald Hamlet! Imagine that! The great can do anything, can’t they. Everything he has acquired as knowledge, he uses it in the fight. There is no other fight. The last one. Show no mercy!

Smashing. Could you be as smashing as Fernandel, Alain Delon and Jean Gabin. If you have the guts – go on! And then the only thing in your scope will be what happens in the spectator’s head, and not what you think. And every nuance suggested in the head of the spectator will be traced like a filigree and your every action will have the irresistibility of goodness, the humanity of knowledge, the understanding and the ending, of each movement and judgement of a good brain surgeon, who comes home to his wife, throws weary his bag and tells his wife – today I had this peculiar, but very interesting case. I think I handled it successfully.

That is the professional.