Lost for 1800 years, she was found
hiding on her home island of Milos.
Without arms holding, her modesty sliding down
her nude torso holds our modern gaze.
She is cold in this Parisian coffin.
It was 200 years ago that a Greek farmer on the island of Milos found a statue. It was damaged but still beautiful.
Most people assume – and it is an assumption – that she is meant to be Venus/Aphrodite, the goddess of love, beauty, and fertility. She was sculpted around 130-100 BC. Some art historians believe she is the sea-goddess Amphitrite who was venerated on the island of Milos.
The statue was purchased by France for 1000 francs and now resides at the Louvre in Paris – found but still a long way from home.
I saw the maple flames last week.
Rain and wind and this square canvas
has returned to a simple line drawing.
A new beginning, a few remaining leaves
suggesting what the creator has in mind.
In a pretty little French town, Auvers-sur-Oise,
we will walk up from the station,
past that church, past that wheat field,
to his grave, against the cemetery wall,
alongside his brother Theo, and we’ll pray.
Church of Auvers-sur-Oise
Wheat Field with Crows
Daubigny’s Garden, possibly Vincent’s final painting
I prefer the mythical horse with horn.
Figuratively something desirable but difficult to obtain.
Rather than a billion-dollar start-up company definition.
Leave the myths alone. Set unicorns free.
Stop unraveling the tapestry threads of history.
A new year is drawn but shows
days recently erased still beneath. It’s repentance.
It has a long life. It bleeds
through the new work, day, life
and haunts the wet, freshly painted present.
Picasso’s 1901 Blue Period painting The Blue Room under infrared imaging revealed another portrait underneath the room scene. This pentimento is a bearded man in formal wear wearing a number of rings on his fingers. Did Pablo run out of money for a new canvas, or did he regret what he had painted?