Giorgio Chirico and His Art

Cough David Cough Giorgio smiled as he imagined it Hanging a bright orange plastic glove next to David’s face Serves him right for being a god, he thought. The teacher was peeking over his shoulder. Asked him about it. Just something I thought up, he said. Smirking a bit to himself, understanding the joke. Quietly worked, chanting “cough David cough” under his breath, in a low tone. Smiling at his little joke. He is fourteen, it’s the way his mind is going. Another boy gives him a high five under the work table. Fully understanding. “Add balls,” the kid coaxes him. Giorgio adds one, not daring to add two. “I would make that blue,” the teacher advises. He meets the other boy’s eye and they burst out in laughter. A blue ball, how hilarious! He makes it green, so it is not obvious.