Dinner With The Lovers And The Artist
The selfie had not yet been recognized as a means of artistic creation, as a means of contemplation and seduction. So I decided that I would have made of it the object of an art gallery. I contacted two lovers and asked them to take a selfie, but they ended up arguing and wanted to be photographed separately. They took off their clothes and took classical , ancient, unnatural poses. Then they told me: "No, don't show our faces, only our sublime bodies!". I replied: "But..". "The face is the taboo, don't you know it?", they answered. So I cut off their heads. Something unusual happened: suddenly their faces became of gold, such as Constantin Brancusi's Sleeping Muse. They began to smile stupidly, candidly. Maybe they did not realize they were dead. I prepared a feast in the gallery, I served a good wine, I adapted myself to the new context. Come, admire and cheers!