Fifth Ave 02 - Running of the Bulls
“ In his town house on East 75th Street, Emilio DeSoto admired himself in the full-length wall mirror and realized that at last, he had created his master work. He was now a retro piece of living art. Minimalism was dead to him. In its place was classic severity and brash beauty delivered through the driving force of haute couture.
He held out his arms and then lowered them, allowing the scalloped polyester fabric to flutter in pretty waves. He did it again and then turned in such a way tha...t air funneled up through the garment to create the illusion of weightlessness. He had smoked a joint earlier and his glaucoma was tolerable. Though he had only tunnel vision, if he looked directly at himself, he could see his reflection, and he was thrilled by what he saw.
After months of work on his latest piece--which used his own slender, angular body as its catalyst--he now embodied two art forms, each of which enjoyed a spellbinding link separated by centuries. When that Spellman person left, he started going through the motions of at last bringing the influences together. And it worked, just as he knew it would months ago, when the idea struck him that soon, minimalism would no longer define who he was as an artist or a person. After a long gestation of artistic incubation, that day was now. He always had been a creature unlike any other--it’s why they loved and celebrated him--but now he had taken his talents to a new, defining level of greatness.MoreLess
He held out his arms and then lowered them, allowing the scalloped polyester fabric to flutter in pretty waves. He did it again and then turned in such a way tha...t air funneled up through the garment to create the illusion of weightlessness. He had smoked a joint earlier and his glaucoma was tolerable. Though he had only tunnel vision, if he looked directly at himself, he could see his reflection, and he was thrilled by what he saw.
After months of work on his latest piece--which used his own slender, angular body as its catalyst--he now embodied two art forms, each of which enjoyed a spellbinding link separated by centuries. When that Spellman person left, he started going through the motions of at last bringing the influences together. And it worked, just as he knew it would months ago, when the idea struck him that soon, minimalism would no longer define who he was as an artist or a person. After a long gestation of artistic incubation, that day was now. He always had been a creature unlike any other--it’s why they loved and celebrated him--but now he had taken his talents to a new, defining level of greatness.MoreLess
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