Paint My Love
Ten painters of over a hundred greats in an exhibit are discussing about their works...
The first painter said, "I dreamed of this, long time ago... my old crush!"
The second painter, with watery eyes whispered, "This is my mother's picture when I was born..."
A Baroque painter, the third one, showed his work and said, "My beautiful Lights And Shades."
The fourth painter unveiled his piece, calling it "Water Lilies."
Fifth painter, showing sadness exhaling, "I painted myself because not everyone wants to see my paintings..."
Sixth is a member of graffiti movement, telling that his work will be featured in New York.
The seventh painter is an expressionist saying, "I dreamed about myself smoking, but I painted "The Scream."
The eighth painter, wagging his scarf, is a pro-women artist. He painted the beauty of women as naked.
The ninth painter showed his masterpiece, showcasing plants and animals on canvass.
The nine painters noticed that the tenth painter, another expressionist, is so silent since the beginning of the discussion. Everybody looked at him. He turned around, showed his work and said, "These are the three women I courted... then I cut my ear!"
"A little boy dreaming
A painter in his being
A boy who kept on painting
And was loved by everybody reading."
(Prosebite)
Copyright © Clifford Villalon | Year Posted 2023
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