1944
Oil on Canvas
National Gallery of Art
Arshile Gorky
Saturday, March 22, 2014
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Monday, March 3, 2014
Prim and the Bamboo
They share a window sill.
In her own soil, she grows to blossom and blossoms to bloom.
Broad in the shoulders, wrapped in gold, his roots as twine binding stones to still.
In the shadowless light of an overcast noon, why so certain, she?
In her own soil, she grows to blossom and blossoms to bloom.
Broad in the shoulders, wrapped in gold, his roots as twine binding stones to still.
In the shadowless light of an overcast noon, why so certain, she?
Une vie d'amour et d'eau fraîche.
Saturday, March 1, 2014
Ten Cents
The dime reads 1967, and the idea runs through my head to research exhibitions from the year, understand our international diplomacy and establish how that summer fared, compared with the six before it. I wondered at all of the thumbs that pressed this dime into the thigh of the forefinger and the wares that were worth the price in exchange. How many times, this dime, lost and found, how many times dropped and lifted, lost in a game of cards?
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