There was a man born of Catalonia,
To whom normalcy was a razor,
Tracing lines of grey across his wrists,
Uniformity he fought tooth and brush,
With an upturned moustache,
And a cane,
He carved a path for artists everywhere,
A proponent of classicism and surrealism,
A true artist,
A personality of eccentricity and controversy,
Ostentatious to some,
But wholly himself,
Works that tore open reality,
A burning giraffe and a lobster telephone,
Galatea and Columbus,
A perplexing mix of science and madness,
A genius without the right to die,
But even allowed to rest,
In the grave,
Beneath a house of art.
My favorite artist. Was fortunate to get to see a display of his works several years ago. So powerful he was!
Art
Wow, what a privilege! That sounds fascinating. I hope I did him justice with this piece then. π
The Oldschool Harlequin
Wow!!! Thank you for sharing this because I wasnt acquainted with the Artist. And I searched just now and the paintings(I only saw a few, I’ll research more) are wonderful especially the Persistence of memory, what an original idea and art.
And the poem was truly wonderful, though I will have to read more about him to understand and enjoy it better.
Thank you for sharing. β¨π (This was a bonus, I learnt of a new artist ππ)
He’s one of the greatest artists to exist In my humble opinion my friend. I’m so glad you’re gonna try him out. βΊοΈ
The Oldschool Harlequin
Yes.
I am sorry I wasn’t aware.ππ
I’ll now try him out.π
No need to apologise my friend. βΊ
The Oldschool Harlequin