The Great Artist

Gig Smith was a photographer who thought of himself as an artist. When he came upon what he regarded as a fit subject he almost purred as he stepped this way and that, away from and closer to it. Gin, his girlfriend, stood back and watched in awe as he finally stopped, pointed his camera, and pressed the button. “Oh, Gig!” she cried, “you were magnificent! What did you get this time?” He showed her—-it was an ant on the knee of a sculpture of a strong, proud man. “Oh Gig, that’s wonderful! Such creativity! You are really and truly a great artist!” “I know,” replied a somber gig, “but will I ever be recognized?” Above them the eyes and mouth of the heroic statue were set in majestic scorn against his enemies.

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