On the surface all is beauty,
but the first picture is blurry,
fuzzy with imprecision.
The lines are not clear –
it could be anything or nothing,~
treachery is merely implied.
The next is surreal as Dali.
Thoughts fly above the subject’s head
in distorted profusion, but clear
in intention. This man emanates evil.
A landscape follows, calm, serene
concealing the world of the wild
where all is predator or prey.
Art is not reality, paint is not truth.
Victoria’s prompt at dVerse intrigued me, it asks for art as metaphor. As you know, metaphor is not in my armoury, so I may have got this entirely wrong.