He asked was there ever a time when an artist <br />Would brag of his palette or brushes or oils. <br /> <br />She said no I don’t think so why he said well <br />Yesterday I was in star bucks and overheard <br />Three guys comparing the size of their <br />Hard drives and software each claiming the other’s was <br />Ancient and slow. <br />Well I think they all study art at the college, <br />‘Cause soon they were arguing who had more gigs <br />On his pixels or cad or whatever for drawing <br />A clear illustration or representation, <br />Achieving perspective with high resolution, <br />Believable skin tone and colors that range from <br />The vibrant to muted (or something like that) , <br />And it suddenly dawned on me these guys are bickering <br />Over whose oil paint’s more lustrous and whose <br />Brand of canvas or brushes are best not to mention <br />Which one’s got more room in his garret for storing <br />His sketches and paintings and stuff so I wonder <br />If that’s what true art is about now: the RAMs and the <br />ROMs and the bits and the bytes; not emotions or <br />Feelings or sketchpads or still life or landscapes or love just a <br />Video game. <br /> <br />She said I’m not so sure those guys really <br />Were art students they sound more like engineers. <br /> <br />He said my point exactly then she said no really <br />I think they were just engineers. <br /> <br />He was stunned for a moment, then said most politely <br />Oh. <br />Yes. <br />Of course.<br /><br />Gary Witt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/exhibition-dancing-i-the-waltz/
