Soleri Figure Geometriche — Computer Art by kenne
When Earth’s Last Picture Is Painted
When Earth’s last picture is painted,
And the tubes are twisted and dried,
When the oldest colors have faded,
And the youngest critic has died,
We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it —
Lie down for an eon or two,
‘Till the Master of all good workmen
Shall put us to work anew!
And those that were good shall be happy
They’ll sit in a golden chair;
They’ll splash at a ten-league canvas
With brushes of comet’s hair;
They’ll find real saints to draw from —
Magdalene, Peter, and Paul;
They’ll work for an age at a sitting
And never be tired at all!
And only the Master shall praise us,
And only the Master shall blame;
And no one will work for the money.
No one will work for the fame.
But each for the joy of the working,
And each, in his separate star,
Shall draw the Thing as he sees It.
For the God of Things as They Are!
— Rudyard Kipling
