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