I Know What I Like
I KNOW WHAT I LIKE
I don’t know an awful lot about art
But I do know what I like.
When I see a painting of a horse
I like it to look like a horse
Of course.
And grass isn’t blue and sheep aren’t purple,
That’s certainly not what I like.
When I see a picture of a wood
I think the trees should look like – wood
They should
I don’t like paintings of women
With eyes where their navel should be
And legs growing out of their head.
I mean – only hair should grow out of their head
God said
Yes, I like paintings to look like
What they’re supposed to be
If somebody painted a picture of me
I want it to look exactly like – me
You see?
Though Rubens women were chubby,
All their bits were correctly located
And Constable’s hay cart
Looked just like a – hay cart
THAT’S ART
4th March 2019
Contest - Creativity in Visual Art
Sponsor - Line Gauthier
Copyright © Bryn Strudwick | Year Posted 2019
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