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The burghers & burgers unity
Series: nonArt
Stencil drawing
A3 watercolor paper, acrylic paint
Burger story
-Dad, who invented a burger? - the son asked, taking a bite of a cheeseburger from KFC.
-I don't know, son. Probably, the burghers, - dad replied, taking up the big king from BurgerKing.
-And who are the burghers? - chewed son.
- The burghers are very well-fed and beautiful people. They have top hats on their heads, cigars in their mouths, and walking sticks in their hands. In France they were called bourgeois. And Malchish-kibalchish (a positive character from the fairy tale of the Soviet author Arkady Gaidar) called them bourgeoins.
The son rolled his eyes with pleasure and said with breathy sound:
- They always eat burgers. When I grow up, I will become a burgher!
He unfolded a bigmac and asked:
T- Dad, who is this Malchish-kibalchish boy?
He didn't need an answer.
The curtain falls.
You must grow
Series: nonArt
Stencil drawing
A3 watercolor paper, acrylic paint
McStory
-You must grow! - said a very handsome 260-pound dad to his 88-pound and therefore not so handsome son.
-Will I grow up faster with the help of ketchup?- asked son, dunking nuggets into it.
The father nodded patronizingly and swallowed a piece of Big Mac.
The Big Mac routinely ground along the esophagus and comfortably fell down like a stone to the bottom of the stomach.
And somewhere inside, invisible builders were hastily preparing for delivery double and triple chins.
The curtain falls.
Cola_boration
Series: nonArt
Stencil drawing
A3 watercolor paper, acrylic paint
Cola_boration
-Dad, what's the difference between Coca-Cola and Pepsi?- son asked, sipping from a red bottle.
-No difference, -dad replied, crushing a blue can.
-And why, then, is the same drink produced in different packages?
Dad smiled and replied:
-So that you could have a choice in this life, son. But at the same time, so that you couldn’t have any choice.
The boy was used to his father's strange statements and did not pay attention to them.
-Dad, maybe if I mix them, it will taste better?
"No, son. If you mix them, there will be the same old bollocks", -dad thought.
Dad was the semi-intelligent descendant of a design engineer and an orphan. And he didn't swear in front of the child.
The curtain falls.
BlackFrida in Black Friday
Series: nonArt
Stencil drawing
A3 watercolor paper, acrylic paint
Friday story
-Dad, what is your favorite holiday?
Son was watching another YouTuber on his phone.
-Of course, the day I married your mom,- dad said with a smile.
The son took his eyes off the phone. He expected to hear something about the New Year or a birthday.
Dad sat back and continued:
It was a very joyful and bright day. I would even say-the brightest. As I remember, it was, Friday, like today.
The boy said, staring at his phone again:
-I like Fridays too. There are weekends after them.
The YouTuber in the phone made some noise, imperceptible by the brain of an adult person. The child wasn’t worried that his phone can be taken away from him. According to the agreement with dad, on Friday evenings he did what he wanted.
The curtain falls.
I want you do jobs
Series: nonArt
Stencil drawing
A3 watercolor paper, acrylic paint
It was supposed to be a fairy tale
about consumerism in general and the consumption of Apple products in particular.
It should have had everything: high moral aplomb, and the blissful swelling of the cheeks, and the righteous shaking of dad's index finger at his son's nose.
Let's agree that it all happened. Let's assume that I have smashed to smithereens the worship of this fruit of fall, this wormy focal point of discord, this gnawed symbol of arrogance.
Let's imagine all this and go on working - to buy an iPhone, an Applewatch, an airpods or at least an ICOs.
But seriously, I didn't manage to write all this just because my iPhone has a built-in autocorrect for direct negative statements regarding Apple products.
And yet the curtain falls.
CheChurchill
Series: nonArt
Stencil drawing
A3 watercolor paper, acrylic paint
