Well fine, fine, fine, fine, fine. I wonder if
you even understand just what is here.
It isn’t just a painting on the wall.
I mean, come on. Just look at it. Just look
and tell me you can’t see it; you can’t see
he angst, the heartbreak. You can’t really see
the turmoil here. And look at how he’s solved
his contradictory desires and pain.
And over here. The brush strokes layer on layer.
You’ve never seen such elegance before.
I know you can. You aren’t just anyone.
You’re educated with a sense of style.
Now tell me truthfully. I know it’s true.
You see beneath the surface You can see
the hearts and souls of people and of things,
and you can see this painting has a soul.
I’ll tell you something I don’t often tell
my clients. Most of this is crap. But this
one, in a couple years, believe me, you
could sell for ten times what I’m asking. He’s
an up and comer. Look at his reviews.
And when you’re got it hanging on your wall
and throw a party introducing it
your friends will envy you. I know they will.
You won’t be sorry. Let me write it up.