On the market

My project ARTESTATE has been on the market for about ten days. The market where I am present, covers the globe and is changing constantly. However, there are parameters - today at 9:23 am, Sunday, March, it was .... I can not read it – the figure is EUR 1 144 195 815 023. My contribution is one million. A drop in the ocean ...

The agencies are 176,480, 128 of them are in my network. ARTESTATE CLUB. Still they are great - everything you have dreamed of as places on the globe - Maui, Caribbean, New Zealand, Miami, Washington, New York ... California, Sao Paulo and Mexico, Nepal, Sydney, Buenos Aires, Copa Cabana ... Mauritius, Malaysia ... I’ve listed only the cherries on top of the cake.

Good morning! I‘ve checked my mail and am going to drink coffee. 5 km away. I’ll be there in an hour. I am training carefully. I stare at myself because I do not know what is the state of everything ... When I come back I will chop wood - instead of going to the gym. I don’t have my boat, and I miss rowing.

I have gone for seven years to the mattresses. Starting from the article in The New York Times about my student. I won. Do you know what victory looks like? Wherever you look, only ruins. The rest are lying supine. You are standing, and should not be ... It was the most brutal training which I’ve ever passed.

I crossed the valley for just over an hour, but I stopped at the bridge over the river to smoke and to look around. A muddy spring river. Not so deep as in other years. I've known it in its power and when its murky muddy waters flood the whole valley. I pass the square at a good pace and the drier of the local illegal taxi shouts a greeting. It is launched on the market ...

In the café I order latte as a reward. Well, it’s not the same as in Lido di Jesolo, Venice, but the owner circles around me as a pair of compasses. She is a student at the Medical University Varna, which she told me upon my sitting at the table ... I had not invited her... beyond any doubt, and the next place will be on my knee.

An elder woman looks uneasily and wickedly at me from behind the bar - apparently her mother. She has immediately judged  that I am no good! .. Well, I'm not 30, my hair is white, not blond and I did not come with a white Mercedes but on foot . She is not good  for Saskia either, even massive enough and it is only because I see that some sense of humor took place of my libido - and this is already alarming.

"You took all my wealth

And you ruined my health,

And now you won't pee, you old fool."

That is what the medieval poet writes on the subject.

                                                                    Rembrandt and Saskia 1635 

But I am on the market of flesh, the way they imagine mundane life here. My Muse will be amused with the story, she knows what mundane life is, and I am attracted by the studio.

My first work in this studio dates from 2007. Its name is ALTAR, it is painted on the wall and the ceiling with the light of three strong spotlights. "Classical work" – Ruen said.

I only sent it to Rouen to see it. He had begun to write a book about me and that is why I shared it. He was carried away, however. His girl has started something on the oceanic islands, she told me over a glass of vodka in the cafeteria of the Union. Underwater photography maybe!? .And he could not take it Who knows?