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Remember that time we were driving through Ohio
and we stopped at that little art gallery
where an old woman proudly showed off her paintings?
She pointed to the one of which she most admired,
of a woman reclining on her side.
And you, you two artists, you scoffed and sneered.
She went into the back room for something,
and out with your brushes you pulled,
and began adding to the painting in your own way.
What was once dull and ordinary was now
vibrant, new, and spectacular.
"This woman knows nothing of Art," you said,
"She will not even notice its awakening."
And in fact she didn't, she once again beamed
at what she thought was still hers.
On the way back to the car, I remarked at how
beautiful the painting had become, and you two
laughed at my notion that "beauty" was a criteria for art criticism.
"What do you know of art history? Or of theory?"
But it was already late, so we dropped it
and drove on.