An Artist ( Par 1: A short novel I wrote not long ago...) An Artist As any usual morning as it was, the alarm clock rang, after doing the washup, I grabbed my brief case, snatched a sandwich from my wife’s hands, kissed her goodbye and rushed downstairs to catch the earliest bus. Shortly after half of an hour’s ride, I dragged my exhausted body like a worm crawling into a den, finally I stepped into my office. The feeling of morning fatigue was not replaced in me until a lively chat among my fellow colleagues was sparkled by a journal article entitled ”Big Bloodstain, Bigger Art”. “Ah, look, what impressionism! A new piece by Steven Holmes!”said with a musical excitement by Thompson, the editor of our news agency. “Who’s Steven ? Don’t tell me it’s a sketch by my son’s deskmate, he’s named Steven, too!” his sectary Jenny replied confusedly. “Come on, Jenny, you know zero about art? He’s the best renowned impressionism painter all over Europe, he is definitely a real artist!” Thompson raised his voice as if he was addressing a crowd of art illiterates. Jenny was still puzzled, “But it’s only a bloodstain on a white paper! How can that be artistic?” “That’s what makes art! Since... well, go back to your work, I need the outline featuring the former President, by nine o’clock!” The editor sighed. I knew who is Steven Holmes, he was exactly who Thompson described as, a genuinely famous impressionist and exceptional painter, even worldwide, his name resembled a synonym of the word “art”. My eyes fell upon the photo of Steven’s new work over which they were chatting, it bore the title”The Bloodstain”, and under it showed, accordingly, a snow-white paper portraying a red stain of blood. “What does this mean?” I thought to myself but had to give up the effort , because though I knew a couple of names of artists, I admitted I was among the art illiterates. Thereupon, Thompson received an email and called out cheerfully, “Bravo! Sure enough, they are going to hold a press conference concerning that The Bloodstain, and we are invited!” he proceeded with an exaltation, “And it’s in this afternoon, let’s enjoy an adventure!” The invitation of such kind was rare to this small news agency, upon hearing the editor’s announcement, even I, a fatigued worm, became cheered up.