Art nouveau walks and breathes.

Life was a dying art,
paint what you will,
your paint is your life,
fill it with colours.
While some had
the fortune to
have had a
brush with fame,
everyone had
a tainted brush
where the paint
dried and peeled -
welcome to life,
a dying art.
Aha! I see your palette
is nearly empty and
you’re looking grey
from an artist’s impression.
Yes life was
the picture
you breathed and
souls in heaven
were no more
an art gallery
where all portraits
were stored in the
museum’s attic.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and too many are relegated to gathering dust in the attic, while others on the second floor pummel those on the first...
the forgotten, the wealthy, and the poor.
three stories.

[andrew mitchell]

Yes I agree J, thank you for your words.

[Relic]

"Your paint is your life." Good statement. We choose the colors and the picture in the scheme of things. We can paint with grey colors and bright colors. But the fact that we keep painting is what's important.

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks Tim, I appreciate your visit like old times when we all weren’t so busy.