Why does one paint pictures?
Any additional reasons, beside the need
to earn some living?
Is there a meaning to such action? An inherent message of any kind?
A reason to keep at it,
when the money hasn't come?
Why do You sometimes paint abstractly?
Do you base your portraits on photographs of people?
My brush: a tool. An instrument. A method like a finger.
A thousand or more soft knives...
Let me now eat the pigments!!
Ingest the tastes and forms of the colors;
Cerulean Blueberry Surprise.
Alizarin Crimson rhubarbs boiling.
Naples Yellow, Liquid grain.
Dried essence of Baby Peach. Cider-Olive Green and glistening whispers' ocean salt. Subtle
seaweeds; Rose Madder, flesh juice. Vidalias. Slow-cooked heat; Umber Plums.
Gelatins! Frostings! As well,
the Mars and Lamp Black; even the Zinc,
like twice-shellacked cotton...
I would use angel hair to paint a barbed wire!!
Do I love The Process as I love The Brethren?
The restless child? The broken hammer?
...I shall risk embrace and kneel to the blood,
The Mother, The Child, The Consecrated Children;
for it was I who painted under cloak of darkness,
and shamelessly hypnotized the faceless breeze...
Is there a Meaning
inside the Message? Had someone been painting
to remake broken spirits?
(And then, inside an ever-lasting instant, he felt the supernatural rush
of insoluble certainty.
He Knew, beyond any knowledge, that he had,
at long-last, completed his first and what
would be his last Time-obliterating,
Space-dismantling...masterpiece...
And as well, he Knew [he sensed], there were
veritable universes full of ever-distinct possibility
that not a soul/of the Earth/would ever/see/his gifts)
