Maudlin Mary

Modeled by the skilled and clumsy hands of artists and artisans into an ideal state of she-ness, a penniless waif appears on a stool last week a stranger called her Mona Lisa. Statuesque upon the betrayer warmed by the lemon-lolly light from bays of north facing windows, blinded; she can but blink. Surrounded by a cog-notched cyclical wheel of nubile artists— blooming buds of wildness, vertical sprigs flail softly on the breezy bounty of illumination. Brush and trowel, thick and thin, the artists stoke her—semblance canvased by millennium brush biters maudlin Mary is returned to the pre-historic stew by the likes of Claude polished to a pearly perfection by type A, Hieronymus’. They were all strangers to her posers, every bit as much as she. Royal pretenders in a world where only the artless are paid. Moneylenders rise on their discarded carapaces beauty sucked dry by the doers and shakers who spread like choking bittersweet through the lollypop-light from the bay windows facing north consuming Mona. Julie ford Oliver - Famous Models Ekphrasis First Appeared in Illumen Magazine Fall of 2014