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by Candace Turner

While picnicking in the countryside,
Seurat became enthralled with
the wildflower dotted meadow
just the other side of the lake.

In his studio, an empty canvass waits.
His palette congeals; his easel wobbles.
Desperation knocks, BUT • • •
Bam, an aha moment explodes!

Dots. Yes, Dots
Teeny, tiny, little dots!
His method proved tedious;
his creations not the speediest.

But • • •
Seurat’s masterpieces span centuries
And • • • I think • • •
he definitely proved his POINT!



 

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