22x30. Mixed media painting on heavyweight, cold pressed cotton-rag paper, frame included. 3-month and 5-month payment plans available - inquire via email.
Inspired by some of the theosophical and occult influences on pioneer abstract artists of the 20th century, artists like Kandinsky, Jan Toorop, and even Piet Mondrian began to learn of the concept of formlessness and form, as well as the Buddhist seven planes of existence and tantrism. In Europe and Russia these artists began to express Eastern concepts, alongside with emerging scientific evidence, which posited that the physical planes too were expressions of the spiritual and transcendental, using abstract forms to express inner vision, the vibration of colour and the spectrum of emotions. Abstract line elements and shapes in Wassily Kandinsky and Kazimir Malevich inspired this piece, which is a bursting forward of the sublime. Fix yourself upon the movement of the dancers, frozen against the backdrop of blue mist and a glowing wheel of prophecy and constellations.
Light seeps in from the backyard and trickles quietly
In streamlike slivers.
I wish the window in my bedroom were longer and wider,
in the way that I feel I could jump out at any moment
into the world
time slipping like sand through my fingers
or finely ground coffee beans.
Waiting, wondering, wandering, waiting,
what is there to wait for, exactly?
Some core to emerge, that isn’t here already?
Maybe if the bedroom led into a glass greenhouse
With opal green ferns and palms,
A serpentine spiral staircase
And oblong doors
With lots of vegetable beds good for pickled radishes, thyme,
Mint; the taste of mint on my tongue is
A fresh amber sun speckled with traces of someone,
Before the event and after the fact,
And it’s a pity that the birds ate all the mint outside.
Maybe the trunk in the closet could open up into a stairwell leading down
into heaven’s basement, the balkan peninsula, the romantic sublime,
a cottage in southern France.
Forest nymphs with chrysanthemum chains of hair sitting in the treetops
And a heraclitean river glides underneath,
a beast lapping water by the bank.
Transported back to
candied pistachio writings and creative exercises,
like recovering an old friend in a different city,
or recovering your childself as your oldest friend.
