Self-portrait through glasses S. Bazileva

Maria, damn it, with Antoinette
Saw lightly. Was at the same time
The wife of Louis. Executed ...
And if they drank with her husband?

In what the artists did not paint their reflection. In nickel-plated balls, in a samovar polished to mirror-like, in basins, plates and other mirrored vessels, in windows and windows and, naturally, in mirrors. In general - in all that reflects.
Why such a variety? Maybe there are not enough simple mirrors ?! I do not think.
For example, artist X goes past the women's dressing room and, it seems, inadvertently peers through the glass door. And what does he see there? His surprised physiognomy.
Or so, the artist Igrek walks through the summer city, does not touch anyone, all in dreams about buying a cool car for a fee that came to its rescue in time. He sees a new Bentley (or Bugatti) standing on the sidewalk. Suitable, trying on, and what he sees? He sees his voluptuous physiognomy on the hood, in nickel-plated parts and in glasses.
With me it was like that.
Came to a friend to the country. The weather is beautiful - the sun is shining, the grass is emerald-strontium. Friend in a good mood. I am in excellent. Laid table in the meadow near the house. Sat down. They said each other solemn words. We drank. Have a bite. A friend told with what enthusiasm was the purchase of my portrait, which he painted last year. Somewhere in England. I was very happy for my friend. And for myself - it is necessary, my physiognomy will hang at someone in England! Of course ... not because of my external merits - my friend's painting is AMAZING! So I would have acquired this.
Here, I say, I have no money, you have to buy your work, and you want to have your face in your performance!
The old man, - said a friend, - come on, what is all this nonsense. You and I have a more substantial joy - to sit together and say to each other all sorts of good words. Let's drink for this.
We drank. He reached for a snack and suddenly (the original word "suddenly"!) Saw himself wearing his glasses. Ran for the camera.
- Where are you going?! We only barely had time for the second!
Grabbed the device and back. Come running and let your friend rape - stand up, sit down here, move away, bend over ...
A few minutes later I was told: "Old man, a little more and I will have unimaginable daytime heartburn. Stop this disgusting thing and sit down. I had a toast."
- I propose to have a drink so that we sometimes forget about our grief - be a painter and live with the happiness of ordinary people, with the happiness of seeing relatives, dear faces and in no way wish to make them up urgently.
I quickly agreed and we drank good, correct words.
But in the camera was footage.