Technical difficulties and creative exhaustion led to the untimely demise of Haiku Sunday this week. To celebrate the 33 views of my blog that day (the lowest total since January) I am offering a glimpse into my last week. Haiku Tuesday is about my still life in Denver while enjoying the genius artworks of Clyfford Still, perhaps the most important Abstract Expressionist painter. Mr Still's work along with Jackson Pollock and my favorite modern painter Mark Rothko changed the way we look at art today and possibly even our views of the world.
I cried on and off throughout my day in the Clyfford Still Museum on Sunday because the paintings reminded me why I am out here trying to create which to me is just the way I want to live and so frequently do not.
Texture is not false
it is what keeps us reaching
again for the touch
walking hallways are
so much longer than I had
known or hoped I find
I saw his face in
the vague distance between art
and the idea
viewed in their true light
images from our past are
not always honest
she alone may know
my enveloping angst
with photography
awkward glances at
myself reflecting the change
I know must happen
seeing a street as
something of an appendage
to access my heart
I push the glass up
and know for a few moments
I know it all