They conspired to paint the air
knowing that art
is not only a way
of seeing
but a way
of being,
a passion for the light,
a tenderness at heart
just short
of being wounded by the air,
a toughness too,
……..
They consipred to paint the air,
leaving their mark,
an obsessed life,
infinitely rich,
infinitely ripe,
tasting of peaches
and anemones,
red tile,
voile peignoirs
and air,
inhabited air.
………………………………….
poetry: Erica Yong, Becoming Light
painting: Callahan McDonough, Patterns of Moonlight Shifted, 2013. Wood panel, mixed media 3’x4′.