A song about a neoimpressionist painter
When I was just a little girl,
I and my mother went to Paris.
"Who made that painting? Who did those . . . dots?"
Here's what she said to me:
"Georges Seurat, Seurat.
Whatever you see, you see."
"The 'point' is unclear to me."
"Georges Seurat, Seurat."
[The authenticity of this song and its use as a pedagogical tool is somewhat comprimised by the fact that Seurat's most famous painting, Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte, is actually to be found in Chicago, at the Art Institute Thereof. There are, however, lesser works by Seurat at the Musées d'Orsay and Picasso, which minimizes the necessary suspension of disbelief.]