Sunday, July 23, 2017
Summer Notes
A couple from Orange County came in and got a bigger piece today. The world of sales and the world of art are two different and strange worlds, and when you combine them, they make for an even bigger and stranger world. The husband is a photographer who asked to take some shots. This summer isn't turing out like I had it planned, but I'm still just as stoked. I hope it gets big at Malibu this week!
Wednesday, July 12, 2017
Thursday, July 6, 2017
Sunday, July 2, 2017
Late Poem
Venus of Urbino
Look at her,
fully naked head to toe,
her hand unaffectedly
covering the confluence of line
between the alpha and the omega—
looking at you with the most lovely gaze—
a heated certitude
you and her
are about to embrace
and crack the universe.
But 1538 is so very long ago,
and you’d take any woman
half as beautiful with soul deep as
those eyes. Such a look—
another artist’s reassurance that eternity,
however violent and cold,
shall retain heat;
and that in the end,
even we humans shall find our place—
we shall secure it at last
amongst all the time-swept gods
who have ever been.
Look at her,
fully naked head to toe,
her hand unaffectedly
covering the confluence of line
between the alpha and the omega—
looking at you with the most lovely gaze—
a heated certitude
you and her
are about to embrace
and crack the universe.
But 1538 is so very long ago,
and you’d take any woman
half as beautiful with soul deep as
those eyes. Such a look—
another artist’s reassurance that eternity,
however violent and cold,
shall retain heat;
and that in the end,
even we humans shall find our place—
we shall secure it at last
amongst all the time-swept gods
who have ever been.
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