Sunday, January 29
when his muse strikes,
rushes for brushes and palette.
He mixes his paint
with a fervour that's quaint -
while he dances a colourful ballette(!)
In front of his easel
he strides up and down
while genius burns.
Though he looks like a clown
all his pictures are worth a small fortune!
The critics agree
he's an anomaly
but his fortune continues to burgeon.
He sings as he works
and despite all his quirks,
his hands have the skill of a surgeon,
as golden ratio sections defy all detection
with lines both unusual and free.
But the price that he'll charge
would need to be halved
to appeal to a pauper like me!
Written for The Mag, where Tess gave us a picture, Red Spot II, Wallisy Kandinsky for inspiration this week, from which I have chosen a detail to adapt for this post.