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Bauhaus (A broken sonnet)
Neat and ordered,
and set into a structured beauty.
They said it had no form
and we had no right to control it.
But we did:
with logic and with science.
And the marvelous things we made,
constructed with such calculation.
We can never be wrong with formulas,
they are perfect to their core.
And looking on: we see straight lines,
and see what we forgot.
-Matthew Koutzun
(I usually write poems for my paintings right after I finish them but this one took some time knowing the history around the art movement, so I've had to wait for the inspration. I painted this painting for a friend I just met recently and have really clicked with: Cecil ( I hope you don't mind me posting your name here). But yeah, I painted it in the Bauhaus style, which of course is his favorite. I hope everybody likes both the poem and the painting. I posted the painting below.)
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