The Creative Santa Claus
Our organization is located on the first floor of the building of one of the central streets of the city, so in the lease agreement with the district administration is prescribed a paragraph on the mandatory decoration of facade windows on the days of national holidays. When the pre-New Year period suddenly came, the management of the company was confused - there was no money as usual, the old guirlandes drowned during an emergency flooding of the office, and the remains of the mishura are enough only to decorate the office cat.
But our director is called "creative" - he recalled how in the kindergarten he painted on the windows of the basement group of all kinds of grandparents of Morozov with his children.
Snowmen and his mother were very proud of their son. The girl was driven to the farm for paint and the creator under the enthusiastic whisper of our beauties began to create. In general, it went well and the mother of any kindergarten boy would be happy. But I suspect that for such an avant-garde on the central street of the city, we would scratch trouble all the way, so the girls quickly washed the window, and the director loaded it again. Here to him approaches our Uzbek cleaner Mastura and says that her younger brother in childhood studied in a specialized school and even wanted to enroll in the art institute, but now he is unemployed and for a little money at least all our building will be written by grandfathers.
They sent the driver to the Uzbek Vasnetsov and gave him a paper with all sorts of reasons to test his skill. It turned out that the boy really does fine drawing – in ten minutes he with the hard hand of the artist sketches of rabbits, bears and other fairy birds. So the cleaner did not lie about her brother-in-law – the Academy of Arts in its entirety should ask him on his knees to abandon the building and sit at their presidium.
The management quickly approved the overall design of the four windows, and while the local electrician hanged the outside lighting, the cautious creator forced the boy to draw in the extreme window happy hamsters and hamsters with proteins.
By the end of the working day, the huge window acquired the almost finished appearance of the painting from the Tretyakov Gallery and with its professionalism already attracted a bunch of managers from neighboring offices. Our girls knocked their noses and cuddled with outsiders, and the creative director accepted congratulations.
In short, all weekends Mastura’s younger brother painted on the windows under the supervision of an elderly guard, and on Monday we went to work.
Neighboring managers had been depicting attacks of idiotic laughter from early in the morning, rolling under the office windows, and our girls were humbly hiding behind their monitors. I then saw the emotions in the face of the most creative director and I can say that such a range of feelings I have not observed on his facade during all the time of joint work: instead of windows we had first-class paintings on New Year's themes - two extremes had similar plots - trees with beasts dancing around them, and in the center were wooden saunas with Snowmen and huge Santa Claus. Two main characters were written to the smallest details and dressed in beautiful cotton coats with national Uzbek ornaments. But most importantly, Santa Claus had the face of an elderly Uzbek peasant with a glued cotton beard, and Snowbird was like his elderly Uzbek mother. From the whole canvas floated national colour and it seemed that in the sack Santa has no toys at all, but a cage with eastern plow.
And then even our office mice became clear for what the creative director gets his money – in a couple of hours above the windows of our travel agency was painted a new advertising banner “Burning New Year’s tours to Southeast Asia”. But the most surprising thing about this story is that people came to us right from the street, and this is, as you know, the most incredible thing in our business.