is only after ten years of living in the storm I realize
that the wave sounds like the smell of rain.
discursive conjunction allowing the I/You/me a soliloquy in three parts.
the possessive. Belonging in presentexperience.
Understanding the notyou of I.
(Beginning to separate the salt from the vinegar.)
the ephemeral. Belonging to all parts of
The ship that anchors the earth to the ocean.
the wave. (the beautiful ramification of belonging in
Knowing that neither sand (idea) or glass (experience) is without
extraordinary insanity. The belonging and recognition of all
and Civilization (Delusions of Grandeur: self-portrait as Reubens,
Durer, Twombly and Poussin)
Pencil, acrylic, oil, gesso, crayon, charcoal and gouache on
30 in x 110 in.
2013 Matt Bodett