And here we are, July 2012 - elated that I am able to post my latest painting, completed at end of June on my blog.
I was especially energized to complete this work.
My Canadian friend, Irina, thought one of her poems resonates well with the painting, so I thought to include both the painting and the poem in this post.
I hope you enjoy them both!
The Harlequin Rose
Why the quietude?
Inside the antiques store our images whirl around oblong frames, congregating
on edges of plants – a topiary that attaches itself to thin wires.
Pods, stems, and cones
in dried flower arrangements.
Against the cool, almost resonant & transparent mood of the penumbra
where our fingers are laced through
as we hold a cup against the spectre of the sun.
Our fingers crawl, clad in kaolin, & expect you
to be the shelter of this transparency, the holder of the harlequin rose,
each diamond, a fixed shadow against the nettling of its hues.
And the moment shepherds us through the blossoming
of a frugal resonance, as we bring the cup to our lips
- a compass over a silence where no petal is due.