Visiting Vincent
Self Portraits, Oil
i saw van gogh! — teared a little, i saw the people who were watching his work, where did they all come from?, what was their connection to our martyr . . . such a life that keeps on producing long after it’s gone! (& what furnace must have been the intensity of his last three, most productive years!)
Shoes, Mine Shoes (pastel)
it was easter sunday, and there were toddlers in seersuckers, girl-dolls in bonnets, paraplegics, fathers&daughters, & friends of friends all waiting, all packed into a gallery of delight, wonder, & muses! — i can keep on writing about it — i walked through, first hurriedly, then academically (studying each work) & lastly, reverently . . .
Sunflowers, after van Gogh & Monet, Oil.
And they told me to resort to poetry,
To bring me to you
So maybe out of these lines
We could start anew
So, what’s up w/ you?
Sunflowers, revisited, reworked, Acrylic & Mixed Media (mine).
And maybe if I pray to Christ -
He may bring me to you,
But for now the muses
Will have to do.
