Where can one find art?
Before the 20th century, art only belonged to a small group of people. It resided in wine glasses, and were let out in the form of paints. Different methods of painting and their artists constituted the early version of avant-garde art.
People fixed gilded frames around these paintings. Later they did the same to the artists' portraits.

But these days, art belong to everyone.
It found its way out of the fancy salons, freeing itself from the rules. Advertisements, films, pop music ... It's found everywhere.
The young man wandering on the streets stopped. This is where he wished to stand his ground. To help art travel further, to reach a bigger crowd.
He has been striving to make it happen.

So, my friend. Where do you think one can find art?

It has been a long month for Mrs. Miller and her garage.
At first, the roller shutter was haunted by a scuffing noise which seemed to be made by some gregarious rodents, but there was no trace of a single rat even after the rat control team searched the place from top to bottom with their cutting-edge devices.
After rumors about the garage spread across the neighborhood, a strange sloven in all colors sneaked into her yard. He claimed to be able to solve Mrs. Miller's problem, when confronted with the gardening scissors in her trembling hands.

The man spent a very long time carrying out his "solution," which was to pour paints of all colors randomly on every corner of the place. During his work, that battered radio did a perfect job completing the farce by playing rock music as noisy as the man.
In the end, the old woman called the police when the young mister finally managed to catch the black fur balls which were trying to sneak away in the shadow.
Then the man ran away like the wind before the police arrived, yet he wouldn't give up yelling gibberish like "carbuncles" and "new bubble solution materials" on the way.

At last, after the long torture, Mrs. Miller retrieved peace in her garage, a quiet, colorful one.
Perhaps the neighbors would love her new garage, and perhaps she needs a new radio, Mrs. Miller is thinking.

Pandora Wilson: Hello ...?
Diggers: You are finally here, madam!
Diggers: Even the dimmest firefly will be spotted one day, not to mention a burning torch! I know that well, and I've been working hard to prepare for it!
Pandora Wilson: Please calm down, Mr. Diggers. I think you have some misunderstanding about UTTU.
Diggers: Is it a magazine on artworks?
Pandora Wilson: Yes it is.
Diggers: And the interview with me will take quite a lot of space in this issue?
Pandora Wilson: Well, that's how we deal with interviews, in most cases.
Diggers: There it is!
Diggers: If the world goes completely dark, you and UTTU will be the only one ... no, the only two lights of hope!
Diggers: I'm glad to be here today to explain the position of new arts in the future utopia and the ...
Pandora Wilson: An interesting topic.
Pandora Wilson: But I'm sorry to say, UTTU doesn't have so many readers as you think. We have yet to become an important part of most people's leisure life.
Diggers: ...
Diggers: ...