This is art part 1
This story may contain adult content.
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Written by Christopher Chadwyck
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Saturday, 23 February 2008 |
The man struggled against his restraints. The man had been stripped of all his clothing. His hands were tied behind his back and he was gagged. The artist forced him down on to the chair. The artist took a piece that was two feet by two feet and tacked it to the wall behind the chair. The bound man began to hyperventilate, but the artist ignored him. The artist went to his workbench and picked up a box that contained fifty .45 ACP rounds. He picked out one round and fitted it between the steel jaws of a clamp and tightened them. He then picked up a chisel and a claw hammer. He placed the tip of the chisel on the tip of the bullet and tapped it with the hammer. He did this a second time forming a cross on the bullet. He loosened the clamp and picked an empty magazine. As he placed the lone cartridge in the magazine he smiled at the man who was at the brink of passing out. The man was about to become a grand piece of art, he should not be afraid. The artist was dressed all in black except for the latex gloves. The room was dark and cold. The only light was an exposed light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Rusted pipes ran along the ceiling. If the man hadn't been breathing so hard you could have heard the rhythmic sound of dripping water. The workbench was just an old would wooden table. All kinds of murderous implements were scattered over the table. An assortment of knives, a machete, a hammer, a chisel, a handgun and a clamp bolted to the table. These items were the equivalents of paintbrushes to the artist. The artist picked handgun an examined it. It felt so good in his hand. It felt so right in his hand. It felt like it was meant to be. It felt like destiny. The gun it self was a piece of art. An AMT Hardballer, it was part of the legacy of the Colt 1911. It gleamed with its stainless steel finish. The artist slid the magazine into the butt of the gun and chambered the round. He turned to the man and said, "you will become art. You shouldn't fear what is going happen." He stepped toward the man and removed his gag. The pleaded with the artist, "please let me go. You want money, I have money. Name your price." The artist smiled, "you must understand that this is art. You must understand that it is your destiny to become art." Tears began to pour down the man's face but he stayed silent. The artist pointed the gun at mans head and said, "this is art." He pulled the trigger and pieces of the man's skull and brains along with blood splattered all over the canvas. "Beautiful," the artist said as he admired his work.
Copyright 2008 Christopher Chadwyck
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