A young art student sees himself in a painting by some obscure sidewalk artist in London. At best he regards this as an art happening, an illusionary technique perfected by the painter.
Nevertheless, he finds his situation entertaining, as if he has discovered the other side of the mind, the unexplained riddle of the secret of the masters. Now he looks searchingly into an image of an underground tunnel. A yellow haze of light at its
entrance shines in kaleidoscopic patterns. The rush of the mob to the bottom is slow like the unseen motion of a planet's revolution. He thinks of Strauss and Kubrick. At this precise moment he does not perceive himself as an artistic subject, painted
from life. He notes the artist has used subtractive primaries with the addition of the isolated colors yellow and blue, the style Scientific Cubism. He remembers the words of Picasso. There is no abstract art. You must always start with something.
Afterward you can remove all traces of reality. In a moment the mob will begin the scream of the rush.
"Mob Underground" artwork by Marcus Stanley Bausch, Sr.
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