, , , , , , , , , ,

Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist.

Painting the town red (though it is really more a sort of burnt umber)

It was long after Butch Cassidy had hung up his hat,
Baby Face Nelson left his wet boots out to dry
and Bonnie and Clyde had long since retired
when a ragtag band of artists planned the heist of the century
pulling off the greatest crime since the renaissance.

They could see the 20th century wasn’t shaping up to be
the world that was promised
(in 19th century impressionist etchings,
ancient DaVinci sketches and an obscure series
of French postcards predicting the future)
and decided to stick the future where it hurt,
in the wallet.

Rothko was the architect.
He painted Plan A on a cubist blueprint of the bank.
They merely needed to follow his lines
around square rooms and boxy hallways
to avoid being seen by guards.

Picasso played the smokescreen
by hiding his accomplices in plain sight of the blue bloods
with swatches from a monochromatic palette.

Escher got them through security.
With just some depression-era acrylic and a blank sheet of paper,
he could create fake IDs to sneak into the vault
and relieve it of its contents.

Dalí drove the getaway car.
He could slow time while driving
to give them the extra boost through traffic
while Pollock haphazardly aimed
paint bullets behind them,
occasionally striking canvas passerby
in a spray of bloody color.

They left with more money than the world had ever seen
leaving only some graffiti of splattered paint
as a calling card.

Still, the world is trying to sell these etchings.