FUTURIST ART
Futurist Art
Which one might worship—if he should wish—without breaking the second commandment because truly there is nothing like it "in the heavens above, in the earth beneath or in the waters under the earth."
A painter of the "impressionist" school is now confined in a lunatic asylum. To all persons who visit him he says, "Look here; this is the latest masterpiece of my composition." They look, and see nothing but an expanse of bare canvas. They ask, "What does that represent?"
"That? Why, that represents the passage of the Jews through the Red Sea."
"Beg pardon, but where is the sea?"
"It has been driven back."
"And where are the Jews?"
"They have crossed over."
"And the Egyptians?"
"Will be here soon. That's the sort of painting I like; simple, suggestive, and unpretentious."
The artist dipped his brush in a bucket of paint and wiped it across the canvas several times horizontally. When he had done this he took his labor in hand and carefully placed it in an elaborate frame.
"What's the idea?" his boon companion inquired.
"Impressionistic study."
"Do you mean to tell me that is a finished painting?"
"Certainly."
"What are you going to call it?"
"A village street as seen from the rear seat of a motorcycle."