the artist as value by Randall Horton (Appeared in the January 2010 Issue) the painting being studied in the art gallery inquisitively by onlookers behind tasseled rope is being misunderstood, a natural concept. the painting (itself) on wooden easel knows that green overlooking blue is not willows over river but inauguration of human, & wind blows blue at the precipice of intelligence. the black dots are not birds, only shuddering reflection from a sun not there, but behind there, wherever there is no one knows, for certain the painting thinks its rare label is more than priceless. it is a joke on these people contemplating sensory & complexity only in nature, disastrous as it might seem this becomes misnomer to the crowd standing behind the rope looking silly. real value is behind each brushstroke.
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