I decided to do canvases <br />painted only by <br />imagined beautiful people. <br /> <br />In my awareness <br />their brush strokes would structure <br />into poised angular shapes <br />and become refined parallelograms <br />elegantly perched on slender easels <br />firmly planted in the grass <br />supporting the upper half <br />of their bovine torsos. <br /> <br />This pastoral vision <br />of domesticated beasts in paddocks <br />metamorphosing grass into milk <br />suckled from teats <br />will be so convincingly surreal <br />that one will have to be constantly reminded <br />they are not teats <br />and that the dribble from the corner <br />of their mouths <br />is only a mind trip. <br /> <br />The reality is that <br />refined breasts to one <br />are watermelons to another <br />simile to inverted pears <br />one must eat <br />starting with the arse. <br /> <br />Crushingly mammothian <br />the figurative representations by Botero <br />weigh massively on my mind <br />as I also like them plump <br />towering above my eyes <br />enabling me to lick kiss each <br />by slightly turning <br />my head sideways. <br /> <br />Needless to say <br />this is one time I am bullish <br />about mad cows. <br /> <br />~~~ <br />Alex Nodopaka Nov©2008 <br />AD Something<br /><br />Alex Nodopaka<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-physique-of-an-intimate-painting/
