The painter stands in a door frame painting and thumbs his nose. The text derides him for the odors that cling to him., Text: Begone from me! thou filthy man of paint, / Thy presence here doth almost make me faint; / Dost think that I could have for Valentine, / A man who smells so strong of turpentine., Provenance: McAllister, John A. (John Allister), 1822-1896, collector.
The painter paints a wall green. Mucus drips from his nose. A ladder is set up behind him. The text derides him for being a house painter rather than an artist, and for the odors that cling to him., Text: A PAINTER you! you surely jest-- / You're but a dauber at the best; / Your very breath it makes me faint, So strong it stinks of oil and paint. / What girl can love, do you suppose, / Your empty head and putty nose? / So pester me no longer, pray, / But with your stink-pot walk away., Provenance: McAllister, John A. (John Allister), 1822-1896, collector.
