*Nude In Landscape*
Lesson
My
Instructor
Painted
With
A
Trowel,
Wearing
An
Apron
Of
A
Towel.
Mixed
Colors
With
A
Fervent
Rush,
And
Slathered
It
On
Canvas
With
A
Two
Inch
Badger
Brush.
I hardly
Knew
What
To
Make
Of
Work
That
Mimicked
Icing
On
A
Cake.
I painted
Thin,
My
Figures
Wore
A
Tinted
Skin,
And
Challenged
Viewers
To
Look
In.
His
Landscapes,
I came
To
See,
Were
Sculpted
And
Edge
Free,
Booming
Skies
And
Exploding
Trees.
A
Series
Of
Visual
Hesitations,
While
I was
All
Direct
Confrontation.
I left
That
Class,
And
Years
Have
Passed,
Yet
I remember
Him,
His
Rainbow
Palette
Crowded
To
The
Rim,
His
Fat
Brush
Digging
In.
My
Instructor
Painted
With
A
Trowel,
Wearing
An
Apron
Of
A
Towel.
Mixed
Colors
With
A
Fervent
Rush,
And
Slathered
It
On
Canvas
With
A
Two
Inch
Badger
Brush.
I hardly
Knew
What
To
Make
Of
Work
That
Mimicked
Icing
On
A
Cake.
I painted
Thin,
My
Figures
Wore
A
Tinted
Skin,
And
Challenged
Viewers
To
Look
In.
His
Landscapes,
I came
To
See,
Were
Sculpted
And
Edge
Free,
Booming
Skies
And
Exploding
Trees.
A
Series
Of
Visual
Hesitations,
While
I was
All
Direct
Confrontation.
I left
That
Class,
And
Years
Have
Passed,
Yet
I remember
Him,
His
Rainbow
Palette
Crowded
To
The
Rim,
His
Fat
Brush
Digging
In.
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