Paintings paint the painter

Whatever within shall show itself

Though mediums vary yet still there’s beauty

In the colors’ swirl, we tell our tales

Through disciplined craft and flowing strokes

To move the human heart to see anew

But modern art is but a world apart

Some thoughtful works by those who think

And much awful filth by the manic ill

Pointless pontification of little substance

For the works are dumb and speak not

And some are vulgar reflections of vulgar minds

Whose only purpose is to insult decency

For their purpose in art is to question reason

To separate notion and mastery

So that the ‘unlearned’ will never see the the intention

So whence once simple reflection is given freely

Now we trust blindly in madness

The ink blot tests paid in millions

And made in seconds…