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An artist who loves his profession, can draw inspiration everywhere, and fool sitting and waiting to be visited by the Muse. I can't stand. I had an inspiration - it's all nonsense. The artist is first and foremost a hard worker. To work every day is the most important!

I am a disciple of Leonardo da Vinci, who wrote: "Peering into the damp stains on the walls, cracks, etc. - there you will see a fantastic world that comes to mind".

Even when I meet with presidents, I remove the cap only for a few seconds as a sign of respect. And then say: "Sorry, I had to sit in front of you in a headdress". Already in the XVI century, you can find self-portraits where the artists wear visors to protect the eyes from bright light.

- What, in your opinion, is your reputation?
Is my reputation? I mean?
This work is a quarter of a million. Do you have something similar?
- Actually, Yes. Autolithograph Munch. "The brooch".
- How much would you appreciated it, offhand?
I don't know.
- Do you know? In this picture, for example, depicted a few laps and strokes. Color monotonous, ginormous. The only, I repeat, the only thing that makes it so valuable is the reputation of the artist.
And you think that the same is assessed and people?
Exactly.

- Very beautiful.
- So openly flatter.
- Your drawings are really good even I liked them. I mean, you have quite nice and it even got this bad trash.
- Trash? Who's the trash!? What does this mean?..
- What are we pests.
- Oh! Pests!? Who is a pest!? And this is what it means?
- Well, like mice or rats.
Oh!!!

- What a majestic mountain ridge.
- Elderly lady with the hat.
Yes, Yes, see, here hat.
- No, it's the eyes.
- And the cheek.
Is the elbow.
Ah Yes, elbow...

- What a majestic mountain ridge.
- Elderly lady with the hat.
Yes, Yes, see, here hat.
- No, it's the eyes.
- And the cheek.
Is the elbow.
Ah Yes, elbow...

Near the "Sistine Madonna" by Raphael stood a lot of people watched on something you said... And suddenly, loudly, as if cleaving his way through the crowd, a voice was indignant:
- No, I don't understand. Standing around, a lot of people. And that crowd?.. What makes her so special?! Barefoot, disheveled...
- Young man, interrupted the monologue Ranevskaya, - this lady has for so long captivated the best minds of humanity that she could choose for herself who she likes and who isn't.

Practice, practice, practice! When you realize that you're good at it, practice more. Don't try to be a good artist you must become the best! And only constant practice can help you with this.

Details, details, details
The finishing touches on my portrait.
These traits you wrote,
The way you lived it.
And you sometimes felt,
That girl in the sundress
Involuntarily hand touched
And you will not be fooled.

The city cried, I would even say he was crying in all of his gorgeous face. No, she laughed, disturbing paint, disturbing bad weather to sneak into her heart.

The glass outside is empty, inside halved
and again you one in captivity bottomless walls
paint the silence, only the picture
only the reflections and dreams of the era of change
your still life of soup, a self-portrait in a salad
where fat words barely pass through
coloring the void, to the eternal return
to melt the weight of the canvas touching in passing.

The artist, if he is not devoid of genius, understands the truth and unity in thought, he realizes that he will cease to be natural, if too closely to follow nature and to reproduce it.

Oh, what a smart look at this boob.