They conspired to paint the air

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′.

DAY 14, ARTISTS BLOGATHON, C4 ATLANTA.