The Other Side of Ansley Park: Goldfish or A Southern Fauve
Henri Matisse had a passion for jazz, and so do I. That's about all we have in common. That was up until the day I saw the play of the goldfish in the pond. "That's pure Matisse", I whispered in excitement and reached for the camera. "Do you feel that fauvistic vibe coming from within?" I turned around to share my thrill with anyone who'd listen, but no one stood behind me. The Theater of Fauve was performing its act for a one man audience. A few minutes passed. I quietly clapped my hands for not to scare the actors and walked away. The lunch time was almost over.
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