The Artists Work
Minds are like parachutes. They only function when they are open.
- Sir James Dewar, Scientist (1877-1925)
Been practising for 3 years, my first shedding a tear, still unknown
Approaching the wider audience was the frontier like a stepping stone
Portraying a master work, capturing people’s heart
Misguided in confusion of ideas is abstract art
Intensive critics, all with different ethics, one not the same
Coming from posh childhoods they don’t understand basics, that’s my claim
A knife stroking each element like a fine brush
A hissing sound produced similar to an airbrush
The positioning all wrong cuz she twitches in pain
Starts over again by switching the frame
Time is of the essence, before the audience view the piece
A quick burst of brilliance, allows the artist to review the masterpiece
Taking away unwanted objects, clears the scene
Another completed project done by the obscene
The reporters enter the room taking photos of the piece
They are pushed back upon the arrival of the police
The artist had gotten away this time, but he was famous
Making the front page of a paper was the target, now he’s aimless
The whole country after a true mastermind
But he had moved on and left nothing behind