I Beg To Draw Your Attention
No artist’s canvas stool,
No easel towards an English landscape leans;
No sketchbook, no pencil, no oils,
No studio, no other means…
Pre-Raphaelite classics in a gallery unfold,
Near sea dramas from the Newlyn School;
Portraits, triptychs and Renaissance art are displayed,
Over which curators like to run the rule…
Yet the subject creates his own masterpiece
Upon a pavement, down on his knees;
Is he really so markedly different though
From the more fortunate devotees?
Drawing attention to his cruder work
Which doubtless possesses a certain charm,
He looks like a typical generic artist
Though his hat will collect the alms…
Pete Ray
October 2017
Another old postcard about Birmingham, featuring the Art Gallery in the background, a place of course where I worked for so long…
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