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DresdenFinally, the sun came out. It had been cold, wet and dreary since he could no longer remember when. Marcus went down to the bridge and sat underneath. He liked to do this because people would stop and carry on conversations just above where he sat. Today would be full of them because of the nice weather. During the fall season it stayed gloomy alot in Dresden. Marcus settled in and laid back. The view was wonderful, he could see alot along the riverside. Just down the road after you cross the bridge is a bakery, he could smell the fresh bread being baked. He heard footsteps coming over the bridge. It sounded like a couple. Yes, they stopped. It's two men talking. Marcus listened. If someone noticed him, he would act as though he had fallen asleep there and not heard a thing. The two men were carrying on about art. Marcus scooted up just a bit to hear better. The one man exclaimed that "No man truly creates art, it..it..it creates itself!". The other laughed and said "Surely you are mad! It is created from the mind, man's mind, you act as though it already exists in the mind, thats preposterous, if that were so, I could call up a masterpiece and paint it at any given time!" This amused Marcus greatly, he wasn't sure which man he agreed with, but was certain that this was interesting to hear nonetheless. The man replied "Ahhh, but you couldnt because you would have to have it there already.. an idea, concept, yes-indeed that is in your mind, but to put it on canvas, it creates itself as you go, have you never painted, man? Have you never a concept and went to the canvas only to find yourself being controlled by something else? Something takes over, I tell you, you are not aware of it until you are finished and you stand back and wonder how it is, you have a finished canvas in front of you and you don't remember the first brushstroke." Marcus heard the second man sigh deeply, "Hmmmm, this I can see, for I have finished a work, and found myself staring at it as though someone else had painted it, I agree" Marcus heard them start walking, they headed across the bridge to the other side. He was glad to have caught them at that moment in their discussion. He also got up and headed home. For some reason, he felt like painting this very bridge and would come back with some canvas and see if this concept painted itself.
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