I am truly relieved. I found L’Artiste safe and sound, though he devised a devilish plan to get back at me. Let me tell you the story:
My dear friend knows all too well how much I dislike having my image displayed publicly. So while he was sitting up on the ladder he got his pencils and crayons out and did a few sketches of me concentrating on my work with the other Dedes. I didn’t even notice, so engrossed was I in what I was doing. Excited about his cunning plan, he shouted himself a bottle of schnaps to celebrate his success. The discarded robe didn’t mean anything sinister either. L’Artiste is generally a very messy worker and wasn’t wearing his tunic at the time. Sure enough, he soiled his robe and swapped it for a new one. Untidy as he is, he didn’t bother throwing the old one in the wash. You should have seen how excited he was about the outcome. He could hardly wait to get back to the gallery and hang the piece today.
I am a good sport, at least I think so, and primarily I am excited he found his spirits again. So I am happy to call it quits. But I certainly hope that by tomorrow everybody will have forgotten the image.
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I think this is one reason why I like being the photographer and why there are fewer images of me at home. Did L’Artiste create a good portrait?
It is certainly one of the better ones and he captured the essence :)
I Love it and I will Never forget. Not ever.
you must have read all the stories in one go. Shouldn’t it be like a box of chocolates… One at the time :).
And thank you, Arlo. It is so good to hear when people can relate. I think that is what art should be: Accessible!