...a deathly serenade...

he repeated instead. Yashu’s Mother tried to get
him some help and threatened him with the
removal of the Trust fund, but the stubborn
Yashu just allowed himself to go hungry for a
month or so and then his Mother relented. The
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Professor couldn’t care either way, but Yashu’s
Mother did force him to see the Psychiatrist,
Doctor Benway. With no money from the Art he
was not making and no Trust Fund, Yashu knew
something had to give. So, he saw Doctor
Benway once a week. The Administrator thought
this was a good idea as she thought Yashu was
creepy. How could he have this exhibition the
day before our wedding? She said. In a way she
was right, but I went alone and awaited the
unveiling of these works, hidden behind
curtains, Yashu was particularly pedantic about
this: nobody could see the work before the
exhibition, he kept repeating. On one large wall
of the Hayward gallery I didn’t know what to
expect, but knew that Yashu’s erratic behaviour
was due a spectacle: his eyes were glazed and I
knew that he had not been sleeping due to the
work and persistent dreams he complained of.
And quickly begun to notice that he started to
call his Art The Work, and this seemed
noticeable in his self-imposed exile. There, I
persuaded The Professor to attend and he
reluctantly accompanied me, with no expectation
and no hope, we chit chatted about Vanity. Ares
instead, the book he was most fascinated by, and
arrived to the exhibition. The curtain was
unveiled to see ten stark canvas’ which were all
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