Artist, Chester Arnold, in his Studio
This poem is about a problem–my problem. My office, writing space, is also my would-be art studio. And here’s the problem. I’m a perfectionist (borderline OCD?) and can’t write in a chaotic environment. I long to paint, but can’t endure the mess.
Today for dVerse Poetics, Grace prompts us to write to the amazing photographic display/art of Emily Blincoe. Her arrangements appeal to me for their organization, color, implied texture and pattern. In response, I share with you my (not-too-poetic) dilemma.
Art is Messy
I uncap each tube,
inhale deeply, feeling creativity
seep into my body
through the sense of smell.
Lay them out, then,
one-by-one,
color wheel-like:
red-orange-yellow
green-blue-purple
and all the shades
in-between.
S-t-r-e-t-c-h
that canvas
tight, tight-tighter yet.
Sort brushes
by number.
Drop cloth, easel,
light source.
Perfect.
Uncap tube.
Inhale emptiness.
Thank you, Emily, for sharing your beautiful work.
Photo: Emily Blincoe
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 