Old Paint
 

there's an artwork on the artist's pallet,
properly fixed, for dried out and congealed.

[The Critics:]

"it's a colourful sort of composition, but a bit
you know, thingy, whatsit?"

"reminds me of - no, no, I get it:
it contains a message of Passing Time,
and such. yeah."

"hmmmm... uh huh. right.
I see. interesting piece."

[that is what they say]

but the artist isn't happy,
as his canvas remains empty.
what's a dry pallet to him?

de... vergankelijkheid van het leven?

Deze is denk ik net een trapje te hoog voor de niet-insiders...

/me confuzzled...

wat is een palet vol opgedroogde verf?
kunst of zonde?