the unknown artist
By benafim
The Unknown Artist Walking along a track that descends slightly, it also act as a stream in winters, I came to a vista I knew was an idyllic painting, olive, trees juicy green grass, poppies, sheep that weren’t grazing and too white woolly; a slight haze that made the picture enchanting. Stopped, I have this fear of being stuck in a painting in case the artist has another look and says: don’t like this man and erases me. Walked back up, turned for another look, after all it was a lovely vista and noticed that the painter had erased the sheep. Written December 11th, 2001 © on Dec 10 2001 08:37 PM PST 0 • 14
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