The Artist

The Artist On the terrace in the building across the road a woman is sweeping her terrace; on another terrace one the floor up, a woman is watering her plants There is an endlessness about these domestic duties monotonous and repetitive from Africa to India The picture is the same, women need to keep order and add beauty to their life Order is important armies know that, but their aim is to destroy an enemy, in this undertaking, no beauty. Except perhaps, many soldiers enjoy the tough look of a military parade, a masculine heart swells Artists have female hearts they seek beauty whether in painting, poetry or prose; even the fabled Hemingway, whose private life preceded his fame found beauty when seeing a butterfly sitting on a straw.