.Lying back to paint upon the ceiling ...
No, he never uses black -
just the colours of his feelings.
He delineates saints on sepia ground,
His temper like his paints is albumen bound.
Work & toil, well he ain't no dilettante,
he conceives in oil & vatican chianti.
The ru.
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