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Van Gogh, Renoir, Caravaggio, Leonardo
Gave life to the works they created
Connecting completely with those whose stories they told
With perfection, rendered by hand
Dark room, dark clothes, sullen faces
Their meal consists of potatoes
Poverty as darkness; monochromatic light
What must their lives have been like?
At the opposite end of the spectrum I see
A luncheon of a boating party
Leisure, pleasure and bottles of wine
Expressive color and light help define
The comfortable lives that they led
Bacchus is provocative, pink-faced and tipsy
The God of ecstasy and wine
Angelic, but earthly; fingernails dirty
Certainly far from divine
Intimate knowledge, flawless depiction
Of Mona with the mystical smile
Is there a greater connection to the model that posed?
Perhaps it was a self-portrait he composed
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I’ve heard that masterpieces are really self-portraits
Perhaps this is why….

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Van Gogh, Renoir, Caravaggio, Leonardo
Gave life to the works they created
Connecting completely with those whose stories they told
With perfection, rendered by hand
Connecting completely with those whose stories they told
With perfection, rendered by hand