The Other Side of Ansley Park: Goldfish or A Southern Fauve
Henri Matisse had a passion for jazz. So do I. That's about all we have in common. This was up until the day I saw the play of the goldfish in the local pond. "This is pure Matisse", I exclaimed in excitement. "Do you feel that fauvist vibe coming from within?" I turned around to share my thrill with anyone who'd listen, but no one was around.
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 headed back to the office. The lunch time was almost over.
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