An artist paints a blue triangle. People say – what’s that all about? He says it is about everything. Nothing else is important. Nobody in the world understands him, and maybe he doesn’t understand either. Can it be possible? Afterwards, he sits down with a cup of coffee and a biscuit. He thinks to himself, what did this cup of coffee and a biscuit look like before they were made? What is in his head is a dark shell of beginnings, a glow of possibility.
He begins to paint. He paints a cup of coffee and a biscuit. He adds a coffee pot with a wisp of steam twisting out of it.
The painting sells for three thousand pounds. The artist, who has never sold a painting before, uses the money to buy a Czech coffee set dating from before the First World War.
The painting is bought by an advertising agency who use it to sell coffee. The coffee company do very well that year and the artist is asked to paint a similar picture. He refuses. He spends the rest of his life painting triangles.