Meaning of ArtA Poem by Andromeda...i like modern art....NEWSometimes she feels that she is trapped in a world of Realism: Painting of drab gold and Blues that seem afraid to cry. And she is trapped behind a Much-too-large frame of silver: Overpowering. She would try to escape, But she knows the Impossibility— Has seen the painted arms that lock her in— Knows them by name. And, yet! All she wants is to live At least for a little while In one of those Super-modern paintings— You know the kind: Big red dot and Bright white backgrounds And stripes of vibrancy That serve no purpose other than to Draw out questions of The meaning of Art.
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