Jazz Broker's Open

I am smoking in front of the café where I write. Allegedly the village café, but the milk is from a carton rather than from a cow. Modern stuff. A man with a gun comes from the other side of the street, from the police station. I have no gun. I have a computer and internet. He came out just when I was thinking over the first sentence. The first few.

Tonight I should be at a jazz party. In Washington, DC. My colleague invites me to her Jazz Broker's Open. They liked my project ARTESTATE.

Since my first exhibition, art and property are related for me. It’s simple - I sold my apartment and thus funded Terrain and Constructions. Later, as you know, it was destroyed. I had anticipated and I was at that time in Hungary. Going to the mattresses - as Mario Puzo writes. And from time to time the same way so far ... but today I am writing to you... That’s the way it is Here.

Yet, Ilian Lalev has a boxing gym. Nedko Butsev – an advertising agency. Vladimir Ivanov is professor and considers himself an artist. Yes. In his free time. Otherwise he is a teacher. That is another profession.

I have merged them into one because life is complete and how, where and with whom you live it is part of your art work. Being an artist is a view, not a profession. And if you really are an artist, you manage to raise the curtain. And the traces left of it – that is what the act of art is. And once you peek, nothing will ever be the same again.