FREEDOM
On the painter's wall was a still life of
Freedom - all static and steady, replete
with dead colors; more frame than picture,
I felt. Trompe l'oeil is what I thought of as
well - all those hanging dead rabbits and
powderhorns and feathers and caps. I'd
seen them once, on a museum wall, trying
of course to fool the viewer as to what
was real and what was not. Present and
real, or just the illusion you've got.
-
Maybe apples and oranges together,
in some polished silver bowl, would
represent better whatever meaning
was meant to be imparted - though
I think not. Good grief, what have I
started? On the painter's wall
was a still life of Freedom.
On the painter's wall was a still life of
Freedom - all static and steady, replete
with dead colors; more frame than picture,
I felt. Trompe l'oeil is what I thought of as
well - all those hanging dead rabbits and
powderhorns and feathers and caps. I'd
seen them once, on a museum wall, trying
of course to fool the viewer as to what
was real and what was not. Present and
real, or just the illusion you've got.
-
Maybe apples and oranges together,
in some polished silver bowl, would
represent better whatever meaning
was meant to be imparted - though
I think not. Good grief, what have I
started? On the painter's wall
was a still life of Freedom.
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