i appreciate Modern Art.
at least i think i do.
maybe i don’t always.
because this homage to Klimt is decidedly screwed.
not the roboust red hair or the rosy nipples.
it’s the tattooed lady i can’t help but see.
the ink that flows from forehead to toe.
stem to stern.
aft to bow.
penthouse to basement.
doesn’t she know
she is the muse
for Julia Gnuse?
Post Script: I shake my fist at Minneapolis Institute of Art – this work is not on display!!