April 16, 2008 at 01:31Winnie the Pooh and contemporary art.
An open-air vernissage was arranged in a clearing near the Owl’s house.
An Owl was walking along the paintings in the company of Piglet and Winnie the Pooh.
- Owl, what’s the name of this picture? - asked Piglet, stopping near the huge, almost like the whole house of Piglet, paintings.
- Which one? The owl squinted slightly.
Piglet sniffed at the picture and sniffed loudly.
- Owl, she’s from a burdock! - the piglet exclaimed in displeasure, rubbing his pricked nose.
- Ahhh! - Owl held out graciously. This painting is called "Donkey Eeyore is sad."
“Where is Eeyore here?”
- He is sad. - Owl said preachingly. - He is sad elsewhere. Where there is no burdock. And so he is sad.
Winnie the Pooh took a sip from the barrel and cleared his throat.
- You see, Piglet! This is modern painting! Sovangard! This must not be understood with a head full of sawdust!
- Yes? - the piggy relaxed noticeably. - And what's that? Vinnie got into a bee swarm?
Piglet pointed to a black and yellow mess, in the middle of which one open, wary eye was clearly visible. The little bear looked inquiringly at the Owl.
- This is a portrait of the Tigers! - proudly said the Owl.
Piglet went around the picture from all sides.
“Not very similar,” he said doubtfully.
“Don't be primitive, Pyatello!” - Winnie again touched the barrel. - do you see the tiger? Not. But he is. Owl saw him like that. She’s an artist, you know?
- Yes! - Owl dozed off started to shake. I see so, yes!
- Especially at night? - said Piglet, but the Owl has already closed her eyes.
The following picture was something obscure - green squares were scattered on a pink background.
- Owl, what is it? Ham with pistachios? - Winnie laughed. Piglet frowned.
- Wow! Right! This is a portrait of Piglet! Not with pistachios, but with acorns! - The owl rolled with laughter, until suddenly she felt something solid in the area of her back.
Upon closer inspection, this turned out to be a hoof. The donkey Eeyore carefully sniffed the burdock cloth, while pressing the artist's wing to the ground.
- So it means, - Eeyore used words through strong teeth. - Donkey Eeyore is sad? I am sad? Tiger! - the donkey raised his voice, and a black-and-yellow mess with two evil eyes formed silently behind.
- Tiger, this mediocrity not only calls itself an artist, it also puts us all to ridicule! The donkey turned to the Tiger and the Owl fluttered onto a branch, losing a few feathers.
The tiger growled.
- Lumpen! - Owl squealed from the branch. - Imbly! They would! Imbeciles! Do I really have to listen to criticism ?! And from whom ?! From green squares and heaps of burdock! Satraps!
- The donkey Eeyore is having fun! - Eeyore shouted in response and knocked down a tripod. Donkey Eeyore rejoices! - a coffee table flew to the ground. Donkey Eeyore is happy! - the Tiger joined him.
- Come on, Piglet. There will be nothing more interesting here. - Winnie the Pooh turned his back to the defeat. - The donkey is furious - worse than a bulldozer, I always said that.
- Winnie, Winnie, - Piglet minced for a teddy bear, irresistible in a checkered green overalls. “Why didn't Owl paint your portrait?”
Winnie-the-Pooh silently nozzles, until they entered the house with the sign "I - AND I AM RATING". Below, it was smaller: "Outsiders!".
Winnie threw back the lid of the laptop, and checking a piece of paper, he typed in a large headline: “GINITIC SUSCEPTIBILITY WAS FOR ART”
(c) chmyrnovich
An Owl was walking along the paintings in the company of Piglet and Winnie the Pooh.
- Owl, what’s the name of this picture? - asked Piglet, stopping near the huge, almost like the whole house of Piglet, paintings.
- Which one? The owl squinted slightly.
Piglet sniffed at the picture and sniffed loudly.
- Owl, she’s from a burdock! - the piglet exclaimed in displeasure, rubbing his pricked nose.
- Ahhh! - Owl held out graciously. This painting is called "Donkey Eeyore is sad."
“Where is Eeyore here?”
- He is sad. - Owl said preachingly. - He is sad elsewhere. Where there is no burdock. And so he is sad.
Winnie the Pooh took a sip from the barrel and cleared his throat.
- You see, Piglet! This is modern painting! Sovangard! This must not be understood with a head full of sawdust!
- Yes? - the piggy relaxed noticeably. - And what's that? Vinnie got into a bee swarm?
Piglet pointed to a black and yellow mess, in the middle of which one open, wary eye was clearly visible. The little bear looked inquiringly at the Owl.
- This is a portrait of the Tigers! - proudly said the Owl.
Piglet went around the picture from all sides.
“Not very similar,” he said doubtfully.
“Don't be primitive, Pyatello!” - Winnie again touched the barrel. - do you see the tiger? Not. But he is. Owl saw him like that. She’s an artist, you know?
- Yes! - Owl dozed off started to shake. I see so, yes!
- Especially at night? - said Piglet, but the Owl has already closed her eyes.
The following picture was something obscure - green squares were scattered on a pink background.
- Owl, what is it? Ham with pistachios? - Winnie laughed. Piglet frowned.
- Wow! Right! This is a portrait of Piglet! Not with pistachios, but with acorns! - The owl rolled with laughter, until suddenly she felt something solid in the area of her back.
Upon closer inspection, this turned out to be a hoof. The donkey Eeyore carefully sniffed the burdock cloth, while pressing the artist's wing to the ground.
- So it means, - Eeyore used words through strong teeth. - Donkey Eeyore is sad? I am sad? Tiger! - the donkey raised his voice, and a black-and-yellow mess with two evil eyes formed silently behind.
- Tiger, this mediocrity not only calls itself an artist, it also puts us all to ridicule! The donkey turned to the Tiger and the Owl fluttered onto a branch, losing a few feathers.
The tiger growled.
- Lumpen! - Owl squealed from the branch. - Imbly! They would! Imbeciles! Do I really have to listen to criticism ?! And from whom ?! From green squares and heaps of burdock! Satraps!
- The donkey Eeyore is having fun! - Eeyore shouted in response and knocked down a tripod. Donkey Eeyore rejoices! - a coffee table flew to the ground. Donkey Eeyore is happy! - the Tiger joined him.
- Come on, Piglet. There will be nothing more interesting here. - Winnie the Pooh turned his back to the defeat. - The donkey is furious - worse than a bulldozer, I always said that.
- Winnie, Winnie, - Piglet minced for a teddy bear, irresistible in a checkered green overalls. “Why didn't Owl paint your portrait?”
Winnie-the-Pooh silently nozzles, until they entered the house with the sign "I - AND I AM RATING". Below, it was smaller: "Outsiders!".
Winnie threw back the lid of the laptop, and checking a piece of paper, he typed in a large headline: “GINITIC SUSCEPTIBILITY WAS FOR ART”
(c) chmyrnovich