I cannot let myself
Live on illusory comforts
I must plant myself firmly
In the mud and manure
Of mad melancholia
-a.r.
Painting: The Mad Painter 1981 by Enzo Cucchi
~ by April on February 9, 2015.
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Very true. The use of a painting is interesting and apt. It adds more value 🙂
I liked this painting as well. The color, the expression, the bit of madness.