Ars Longa

Ars Longa It finally happened! Someone in the East Wing Goateed a Madonna and redid a Rembrant a la de Kooning. A blond with Vogue patterns is crouched on the hall-- She's eyeing a Van Gogh eyeing her from the wall. We judge from the blushes of blue-rinsed ladies in fur Rude comments were made on the audio tour. The guards commandeer Donatellos for targets and are cleaning their pistols with snips of Vermeer. The staff in the Art Shoppe is selling originals and hanging the copies in Gallery Five. They're burning the Monets they've tattooed Apollo, crowds clamor outside to get in on the fun. Cars circle the gallery in infinite coils-- curbside parturitions here a boy there a girl.