Sunday, 2 January 2011


I was having a conversation. It was about ART. One person was talking about art being ‘shocking’ just for the sake of it, but I won’t go too much into that.
They talked about how he’d seen a sheep’s head inside a glass box lots of times, and how he and other’s he’d talked to, had just completely dismissed it. Thinking it wasn’t new, and it wasn’t that shocking. 


I present to you, and sheep’s head in a cardboard box. 

(this isn't actually my box, this is just a representation, also it might not be just the sheep's head in the box, it might be a whole sheep, not decided yet ) 

I’m not gonna explain it.
But I will leave you with this short quote… well it’s not that short, it’s pretty long, but here it is anyway.

"That doesn't matter. Draw me a sheep . . ."
But I had never drawn a sheep. So I drew for him one of the two pictures I had drawn so often. It was that of the boa constrictor from the outside. And I was astounded to hear the little fellow greet it with,
"No, no, no! I do not want an elephant inside a boa constrictor. A boa constrictor is a very dangerous creature, and an elephant is very cumbersome. Where I live, everything is very small. What I need is a sheep. Draw me a sheep."
So then I made a drawing.

He looked at it carefully, then he said:
"No. This sheep is already very sickly. Make me another."
So I made another drawing.

My friend smiled gently and indulgently.
"You see yourself," he said, "that this is not a sheep. This is a ram. It has horns."
So then I did my drawing over once more.

But it was rejected too, just like the others.
"This one is too old. I want a sheep that will live a long time."
By this time my patience was exhausted, because I was in a hurry to start taking my engine apart. So I tossed off this drawing.

And I threw out an explanation with it.
"This is only his box. The sheep you asked for is inside."
I was very surprised to see a light break over the face of my young judge:
"That is exactly the way I wanted it! Do you think that this sheep will have to have a great deal of grass?"
"Because where I live everything is very small . . ."
"There will surely be enough grass for him," I said. "It is a very small sheep that I have given you."
He bent his head over the drawing.
"Not so small that--Look! He has gone to sleep . . ."
And that is how I made the acquaintance of the little prince.

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