Sunday, February 17, 2019

#395 Les Bon Jours de Monsieur Ingres

Somewhere, sometime, I took
this Ingres figure out of con-
text & painted around the
space that remained. That's
how I felt at the time: caught
up with inference & reference,
seeking to highlight what was-
n't there. I've moved on, have

decided to return & fill the
spaces once again, not with
the figures seen by antiquity but
as if they came from the circus
or commedia dell'arte — the clowns,
the dancing bears, the harlequins.

Saturday, February 09, 2019

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Friday, February 01, 2019

#394 Les fenĂȘtres de l'aube

Wipe your eyes with a
kerchief so the tears
outline your hand. Is
that a face reflected
there as well? Sit down
on any available cushion,

take in the view. Either
the depicted one — a
row of hills, some trees
that will return in a later
piece — or something of
your own making, still

taking shape & not ready
to be revealed, hidden
in blackness. These are
some of the sights that
the windows of the dawn
might open out on to.