…the object is not to make art,
but to be in the wonderful state which makes art inevitable.
—Robert Henri: The Art Spirit
For an appetizer, try olives à la Picasso,
one-eyed, two-dimensional, tart yet satisfying,
while a salad Gauguin offers a lush green display,
accented in deep reds, fleshy oranges,
sound of birdsong, the dressing citron-scented.
Select a wine as velvety and complex as an O’Keeffe
poppy, with the bouquet of a Santa Fe sunset.
Soup of choice might be the Paul Klee mixed-media
delight, polychromatic and hieroglyph-noodled.
For the pasta of the day, try Miro’s dream-like swirls
smothered in a surrealist sauce, the plate edged
with feathered parsley, followed by entrée Edward Hopper,
two lamb chops in rectangles of light, lying separately
on a bed of lettuce, their eyes averted, the room silent.
For an extravagant finish, order a Dada dessert:
Hans Arp’s biometric baked Alaska, chilled to decadency,
and coffee then, of course, poured from a rococo-etched
silver pot to accompany your sigh as a waitress
in a Degas gauze and satin skirt floats a bill to your table.
It’s not for a song, this lyrical melding of food and art.
Suellen’s word painting is a delight for the senses … enticing me to make a leisurely visual and gustatory visit to the Boston Museum – soon!
I just love the line “smothered in a surrealist sauce”!!!! Brava!!!!!