the picture framer
has walls hung with dark corners
they will surround me
I have recently painted a portrait of my friend Robert in the style of Van Gogh. He is looking very miserable in the photograph I took of him (upon which the portrait is based) with a roll-up balanced on the end of his lip.
I took the painting into our local picture framers and had to select a frame, a talent which I discovered, to my horror, I do not possess.
‘It’ll be ready in a week,’ the nice lady said, having sorted me out with a tasteful and suitable frame. On the receipt she had written ‘Colourful man smoking a cigarette’ which is as good a description of Robert as I could have wished for.