Before Wine Is Drunk

Before wine is drunk We are going to an art exhibition this afternoon, but first we have to buy groceries, cabbage, leek, bread, margarine, milk and tomatoes. You can’t eat a picture even if it displays an orange beside a banana, “I will give you “The Scream” for a boiled potato and a slice or two of yesterday’s loaf, ” the poor artist said. I had no time to cook, gave him ten shilling and hung the painting in the toilet; it was stolen by a guest who needed a leak. He sold it for a million; the painter got his photo in the newspaper and was never hungry again, I have a pale square on the bathroom wall. Günter Grass, I always think of horses when mentioning his name, paints still-life and his yellow in lemons is stunning, I drink tea with citron for weeks after seeing his work. I have no original paintings on my walls. But many prints, and that’s ok, I just like art, but dislike fake experts who think they know what the painter thought of when putting wonder on his blank canvass.