If I was to paint this wicker table, I'd go Fauve on it. Its
Strands would feature red and purple highlights, and the rug
It's on would pulsate madly, green with gray. The mundane
World in which I'm living, losing a dimension, at the same
Time would grow more engrossing, brilliant, wild, worth
A look, another world altogether, conjured out of nothing
(Except canvas and some tubes of paint) by this small god,
An artist, known to one of us as "me."