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It had been months since I last saw or heard from Gustav. I wasn't at all miffed, because I know his need for solitude when he works, and just as importantly, his penchant for serial love affairs that leave him totally exhausted. But I have been concerned, because, after all, let's face it - the guy's ancient.
It was with great surprise and relief that I picked up the phone yesterday morning and heard his Ahnald "Hallo!" booming from the ether.
"Gustav!" I cried, "I've been a bit worried about you. It's good to hear your voice."
"So, you did not miss me? Only worried about an old man - that he died happy in the arms of a delicious young woman?" he laughed.
I refused to take the bait. "Not at all," I replied. "I was afraid you'd dropped dead in front of your easel in the studio."
"Hah!" he snorted. "That will never be. But let us not waste time. I have a new work that you might like to see. Can you visit the studio in one hour perhaps?"
Well, of course I agreed. Exactly 63 minutes later - I am well acquainted with his Teutonic mania for punctuality and for me, 3 minutes either way is pretty good - I was knocking on the door of the studio.
It opened and there stood the man himself, looking more relaxed and rested than a skirt-chasing old geezer has any right to be.
"You are getting better," he grumbled, pulling out his battered gold pocket watch and checking the time. "Well, come in!"
As I entered the studio I saw a large rectangular canvas against the far wall, covered with an old blanket.
"Is this it, then?" I cried, running over to check it out.
"Don't touch a thing!" Gustav barked. "Allow me to unveil it for you."
"Of course, I wouldn't dare touch anything unless you asked me to," I sniffed back.
He picked up the canvas, carrying it slowly to his sturdiest easel and allowing the blanket to fall away as he settled it there.
"Gustav!" I cried. "You've become an Impressionist!"
"Nicht wie ein verruckter Narr!" he bellowed. "You have seen my early work."
"But this is so romantic," I replied. "The colors, the shapes - they melt into each other."
"Look more closely," he commanded.
I stepped in front of the canvas and stuck my face right into it. Sure enough, there were his signature shapes and even a bit of gold leaf here and there.
"Well - it has an element of romance," he admitted reluctantly as I scrutinized the piece. "But you must know the inspiration for the work. One night I had a dream. All the women - beautiful and not - that I have known" (biblically, I'm sure, I thought) "passed through as though in a parade. Every man should be so fortunate to have such a dream!"
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September 29th, 2010
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