Man in the Boat by Jane Lang He is still a young man Where did all his lofty ambitions high ideals, potential go and, how did they so quickly flee His art called, he sat at cafés on the Left Bank with students discussing light, shadow, galleries, possibilities smoking Gauloises, drinking absinthe Amour, the culprit; too quickly a child, eyes black as raisins, too quickly plans of the past turned into the realities of this and future days Not life as he envisioned, but as far as the eye can see, green rolling hills, his legacy the beautiful, seductive madamoisselle, his lover, the holder of his heart, his destiny His life is full of questions, rippling across blue crystal water: art, love, land, laughter, all part of him. Pictures form, shine brightly in his mind, await a tentative brush-stroke after Boating, oil on canvas, 1910, Milwaukee Art Museum
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