Acrylic on Canvas | 30cm by 30cm | Completed on 1 June 2013
A splash of yellow, a shade of green,
A slit of pink to mark that grin.
I’ll make it easy; straight lines are fine,
“It’s minimalist!” I’ll say, and Lisa is mine.
But to step into a shadow so great,
Seems a foolish way to seal one’s fate.
So a poem with words that rhyme I’ll weave,
To make up for art so uninventive.