Field Mice
Your art piece instillation of a small boa constrictor
With its jaws wrapped around a helpless
Field mouse caught in peril, stuck in time, frozen legs and open eyes
Do you think his mother cried?
Hey Clay, whatcha gotta say?
Hey Clay, whatcha gotta say?
Hey Clay, whatcha gotta say?
Hey Clay, whatcha gotta say?
If art is seen as subjective, then why are we still trying to see it eye to eye?
Eye to eye
With its jaws wrapped around a helpless
Field mouse caught in peril, stuck in time, frozen legs and open eyes
Do you think his mother cried?
Hey Clay, whatcha gotta say?
Hey Clay, whatcha gotta say?
Hey Clay, whatcha gotta say?
Hey Clay, whatcha gotta say?
If art is seen as subjective, then why are we still trying to see it eye to eye?
Eye to eye
Credits
Writer(s): Nolan Manke
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