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Here’s the artist, George, beginning a new painting
Order.
Design.
Composition.
Tone.
Form.
Symmetry.
Balance.
More red…
And a little more red…
Blue blue blue blue
Blue blue blue blue
Even even…
Good…
Bumbum bum…
More red…
More blue…
More beer…
More light!
Color and light.
There’s only color and light.
Yellow and white.
Just blue and yellow and white.
Look at the air, miss-
See whet I mean?
No, look over there, miss-
That’s done with green…
Conjoined with orange…
Here’s the artist putting himself in the mind of a dog
Ruff! Ruff!
Thanks, the week has been
Rough!
When you’re stuck for life on a garbage scow
Only forty feet long from stern to prow
And a crackpot in the bow-wow, rough!
The planks ere rough
And the wind is rough
And the master’s drunk and mean and-
Grrrruff! Gruff!
With the fish and scum
And planks end ballast-
The nose gets numb
And the pews Bet callused.
And with splinters in your ass,
You look forward to the grass
On Sunday,
The day off.
(barks)
Off! Off! Off!
Off!
The grass needs to be thicker. Perhaps a few weeds.
And some ants. if you would. I love fresh ants.
Roaming around on Sunday,
Poking among the roots and rocks.
Nose to the ground on Sunday,
Studying all the shoes and socks.
Everything’s worth it Sunday,
The day off.
(sniffs)
Bits of pastry…
Piece of chicken…
Here’s a handkerchief
That somebody was sick in.
There’s a thistle…
That’s a shallot…
That’s a dripping
From the loony with the palette…
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