Egg Paintings.

The singularity of the egg. of painting methodically in the late winter afternoons, trying to rest the mind. Shells. Brush. Turps. Damar.

There is this story – the yellow emperor tested the greatest painter alive – “Paint me a masterpiece a mile long”. so the painter set to and after it was finished the emporer looked at it only half impressed, and said “a true painter can paint a tiny painting of equal intensity”, so the painter painted the emperors portrait with all the sensitivity imaginable on a grain of rice. And emperor , only half impressed said ” a true painter of genius can capture brilliance of madness”. With that the exhausted artist lit the Lucky Strike dangling from the corner of his mouth,   grabbed a rooster dipped him in ink and let him fly at the canvas. No one cared if the emperor was impressed.

Arabic – “Irtash” – to quiver with pleasure

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