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       Today: I finished the read of the most heretical book: Rembrandt's biography from Hendrik
Willem van Loon: I don't know: whether they know about it in the Vatican    - as it is common to
buy it - I suppose not: if they knew about it - it would surely be on The List.  (And maybe it's
on the list: I didn't see the list - is there along with other books bound in human skin and so:
and: that is why it was published in Czechoslovakia in 1958: for the perverse enjoyment of there
operating dialectical materialists and others.)
       The author: seems an American: although: all those objective heresies: puts into mouth of
various barbers: artists and sailors: but - call the Bible a book written:       by two or three
thousand years ago: by tribe of wandering shepherds and doorstep buyers:         whose ignorance
exceeded only their love for bloodthirsty details: and: their conviction:   that they´alone have
the true key to salvation - this is strong coffee for every mouth.
       The book is crammed with long: descriptive: but surprisingly quick sentences:   that deal
with Rembrandt's time mostly: with his life less: and with his art only little: but it's usually
not boring.
       I recently learned:   that Rembrandt may have signed better drawings of his pupils by his
own name: to sell them - maybe it's true - and if not - he was another person:     when he drew:
and: other when he painted*. And thus in terms of lines - Rubens wins by my opinion:   but under
the influence of this book: and: under the deeper study of this yellow-brown mud:  which got dry
on his canvases - in terms of the truth - it's Rembrandt: that has the upper hand.
       Strange. This confirms: that: the art is irrational tyranny.
       This biographer paints him: as one of muddy characters from his canvases:       actually:
because of his truth: what he left - is it easy - write about him - it seems - it's all there in
portraits - deep as well as shallow.
       Read:


       In the Diego's estate was found: among other things - life-size dummy    - I suppose this
one: with the moving knuckles: what some richer artists use it   (my great daughter released two
mutilated barbies for me generously) The Ladies and gentlemen: did not like to sit   - celebrity
life has always been full of hectic shaking - they sat only for the moment: while the artist had
roughly caught their fluffy faces.      Diego Rodriguez de Silva then dressed the dummy in their
magnificent dresses: and went along on his own.
       I would be very interested: as it really is: with drawing without a template:   right out
of the head: I can't do it (maybe I already know: a little bit) - but I would like it - throw it
on paper already done - without the breakneck "paper-model tennis"  :to sit anywhere in my world
- the hunter - who does not take his eyes off the prey: silent whispering of graphite ..
       I believe that not everyone is lying: a few people really can: and I'll be one of them in
a few years. I believe that maybe the comic book drawers - the best ones - they can  - window by
window: specialists for gymnastic anatomy:      they sit somewhere in a chair with a workbook on
their knees: and: swim the breasts:     between white bubbles full of curt sentences and bizarre
interjections.
       Diego Rodriguez de Silva Velasquez dressed up the dummy today - Today:        the king of
hunters: cannot indulge to free hunting.


       Painters will never forgive photographers for depriving them of a monopoly.
       Therefore: forever: proud in open air:        they will be wiping frozen snots with their
sleeves - supercooled: happy and radiant like gods: because it is completely different!´   :Feel
the land in your hair: to drink the matter with your eyes!!! No: they can't be helped: they have
to torment self till the end of the time: in their proudly disordered studios: with naked women:
wondering whether they should paint it with brushes or penises today**  (No: no: for God's sake:
don't trust them ladies: they just want to make sex ;-)
       Mainly never look at the nasty: and: insensitive constructed souls-stealing voodoo: yuck




       *but Everyone is another person when he draw: and when he paint: it's another discipline:
another world: another kind of searching: actually: painting is searching:        and drawing is
discovering

       **I have an ancient story from war: as an addition to this: my friend Butterfly:   on the
long military corridor: is talking about why: his last letter:        especially: its passionate
conclusion: didn't seem: to his girlfriend Renata: so too beautiful:     "Then I started writing
with my dick."