fistfulloffilm: D-Bag and His Girlfriend showing him up in his lack of Art History Prowess
Yeah he is my brother, and its funny to rag on him, but that’s only because I love him. Funny how guys show love by insulting, beating up, farting, chastising, beating up some more, calling each other names you would never say in public, and using all the inside jokes built on years and years of inside memories, all to say, you love them.
So this is D-bag saying: “Yeah, wow, oh yeah I see it….now…wow.” when his girlfriend “C” is describing the painting in the Met and its history, its roots, its family of inspirations, the emotional turmoil of the painter at the time of the work, and how it changed in all the subsequent works. Meanwhile, my brother who used to be a Florida cracker who modified airsoft guns to be illegal, who used to use bottlerockets to explode bonfires of stolen christmas trees, and built a huge pit of six of them, dumped a hurricane reserve supply of gasoline ontop of them and then created a zip line for the bottle rocket to travel and explode creating literal shockwaves of blue fire in our parent’s backyard burning several trees and lawn chairs in the process. This same guy who put super swampers on Isuzu Trooper that didn’t even have 4 wheel drive who listened to bands like, The Cha Cha Chariot, The Promise Ring and Good Charlotte, and other forgettable Emo and Scream-o Bands.
Now this Cracker is living in NY and he is wearing black on black, and he is studying Medicine, and somehow, I think this is all funny. Funny that this guy is going to be cutting on people someday. But it does make sense, his compassion. Because he does have it. Because when we were sniping targets on the 6 acres of woods we had to play with, I remember how he through his special mail order rifle from the Chinese Military Training Pellet rifle that had something like 1000fps or something crazy. This thing created exit wounds through a squirrel from like 100 Yards out. And the scope he had on that thing was crazy. My brother had Surgical-like precision on that thing, we both did. But when he accidentally killed a bird on a wire. Like a literal bird on a wire, he threw the gun down.
“That’s it, I’m not killing anything anymore!” he boldly stated.
And he put his rifle down.
Now he shoots with a camera(something I taught him), and even though there are serious snipers inside us that are bound by the new cities we now call home, (NY & LA), if ever the world was taken over by zombies, I’d really really hope to pick them off side by side with my brother while passing gas on each other and ask him infront of his girlfriend, if has been treating his own crotch infections or he is actually having someone else look at it besides mom.
The Met, NY. Leica M6 50mm Summilux Fuji 400H