Work Text:
To my late brother, Claude.
Many years have passed since our final departure.
Many events took place too, allow me to tell you about them.
After the frigid spring, I took interest in the arts and creativity blossomed from my frozen heart like life from tundra.
Childish doodles became drawings one could mistake for a window outside.
Women in elegant dresses, men in attractive suits, and adorable children.
I was drowned in praise by nobles who adored my works. Some were sold and others hung in museums.
Women had a fondness for me and wished for my hand in marriage.
Countless love letters, gifts, and inquiries bombarded me daily.
None ever satisfied a desolate feeling left within my being.
But desire drives a man to madness.
So, I took inspiration from paintings and pondered “what if you could make a painting just by the press of a button?”.
I set in motion my magnum opus.
The camera. It could freeze a moment in time.
Rough drafts, mockups, so on so on.
The final product was coarse to say the least.