It’s really not a picture worthy of the name;
Five crudely figurative, annotated forms,
Sketched thinly on pink paper in black ink, with no
Æsthetic content that can be perceived therefrom.
It must have some extrinsical significance
That lends it value in its owner’s estimate.
What contemplating artefacts as art, one tries
To separate their properties from sentiments
That aren’t appropriate to their intrinsic worth
In forms and contents, since such feelings undermine
Evaluative judgements based on qualities,
With universal meaning, that each work presents.
This, then, is not a work of art; rather a souvenir
Of some attractive physio… Values aren’t always pure!.