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From the desk of Marc Ferguson
Dunedin New Zealand
Dear Art Buyer,
Step Right Up. Step Right Up Folks. Today’s Your Lucky Day.
Famous Art Prints Just About Being Given Away Cheap To You
On my most final offer. No bargaining, no haggling, no bartering. All one price. Must go today.
Must be sold. Artist must eat. Artist needs roof over his head. A place to paint. A place for
sorrow. A place for the tomorrow.
Step right up. Step right up. Last chance, this isn’t no song and dance. Pay up now, any old
how. All just a snap, just a sniffle. Now don’t all get your briefs or knickers in a pickle. There are
none that are fickle. Look and admire one forever on real art paper to your hearts content. All
not available again on the morrow, even if you borrow.
Step right up. Step right up. Show us your cash and dash. All one price, all one size. Don’t run
and hide. Come across with the readies. Come across the great divide. Own a piece of this
action. At your place it’ll make quite an attraction on your living, dining or bedroom walls. Just
give me yah smalls. And we’ll call it evens. For just pennies on the dollar or I’ll load em all back
on the truck to the louvre. Come on today make ya move.
Arthur had just painted a landscape. The studio rang with applause. I decided that this would be a
dramatic moment for me to make my entry. To the amazement of all my friends, I strode over to the large
empty canvas and picked up a large medical book and began cutting out a heart. I glued it onto the canvas.
This was followed up by the gluing on of a brain. Followed by a question mark above the word God. Next
I cut out an inner ear and a DNA spiral. This was followed by the fixing of a human eye to the canvas. I
hunted through more books for other pictures to glue on. I had been collecting these books for weeks to
help me make this artwork.
I cut and glued, cut and glued and I forgot the people around me. I forgot the hour, the place, and the
breathless onlookers. The little world I lived in seemed to fade – seemed to grow dim – unreal. Only the
collage was real. Only the cutting and gluing was real. Only the pictures and the rapidly filling up canvas
held my focus. It seemed as though the master artist himself, the Holy Ghost residing in my subconscious
mind was working through my eyes and my hands. Speaking to me through the medium of art. In words
but also in pictures.
I pasted the words I had chosen to use on the collage. Now the canvas needed colors added in between the outer edges of all the images I had placed. I began with a deep blue and then changed to a deep purple.
And then a sky blue at the bottom of the collage that was now very much finished.
The studio resounded with a sudden roar of applause. I found myself surrounded by excited faces. How
my friends carried on! Men shook my hand – wildly congratulated me – pounded me on the back in their
enthusiasm! Everyone was exclaiming with delight – plying me with rapid questions. Marc! Why didn’t
you tell us you were an artist. And then I told them about the day I visited the best art gallery in the city
and the manager asked me to do 10 more collages like my Brain Collage and he would organize an
exhibition of my art works.
Quit your kidding Arthur said, you’ve been doing art for years. Then I told them the whole story. How I
did two works of art at age 12 and they drew such an emotional response I put down my brushes. And in
time I began my quest to establish what I believed was the one and only one primary cause of cancers,
diseases and mental illnesses. But now that this art work is finished it can be used to advertise my
invention of Breath of God. It is engineered to provide healing to those who are suffering from a medical
illness. Soon I will return to my art and never stop ever again.
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