Can you squeeze the 'Blue Boy ' on canvass
The fate of icarus
Potato Eaters supping with Winslow's Mother
And still tell the story
Conceptions deceptions
Touch the heart, touch the mind
Adrenalin flows and the pulse quickens
Unseemly and obscene to fiddle with
Three dimensional world, draw and paint
Try to breathe life on to
Frame by means of two
Invite the vicarious
Cluck their tongues, sagely praise
Distortion
And still call it Art
Craft of artful
Computer and robot
Make even hotdogs
Hamburgers taste different
Shimoan
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