Art Is Subjective
I love this painting; it reminds me of my grandmother’s apron.
I see her kitchen and smell fresh chocolate chip cookies.
Another despises it;
It reminds her of being raped when she was four.
The wallpaper on her Uncle’s walls.
She smells him.
Art is subjective.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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