Creativity And Madness

Louis Wain had his paw bent on painting and drawing the most wonderful things he had an-eye-for the mischievous and fun he liked a Persian cat for its distinctive blue eyes and a tabby for its coat of Bengal orange fur he'd paint cats, play cricket or shoot a 12bore gun there's no surprise we all concur the man found fame but had to economize cause he wasn't a man of business, not at all. He was a misfit hairball, a canvas without a coverall. And tragedy became a pivotal force the loss of his, dear wife of course was never to leave him, nor catastrophe and heartbreak were the cornerstones of his dear poor life, which led him into poverty, and later on, insanity sent him to the cattery, no not-the-cattery the pauper's asylum. Because financially he-was-ruined but the public's affection saved him, they raised the money to send him to Bethlem, where he painted mirrors at Christmas time and learned to love, again the eccentricity the creativity, the frivolity of his passion and art.