da Vinci convinced me that art was the key and imagery in its many disguises could unlock many a door,
after all,
what would this life be without the mesmerism of artistry,
I for one want some more.

Paint me vermillion, mineral rich, daub me a sea from deep blue, put me in a picture to hang on the wall,
immortality,
after all, that is all that I need.

And what of Academia, blood racing bulimia, burning the late evening oil?
Exactly
what of it.

I'll stick with da Vinci,
because in the Codex
I  see much
more than
a cartoon of me.