These works hung in a solo show at Bombadil Books during the Spring of ’16. The co-owner of Bombadil, Danielle Alexander, put out a call for “ekphrastic” responses to the paintings. I’m including three of the responses below the slideshow, so you can read for yourself how beautiful the results were.
Reading is an important part of bedtime routine
that one time of day
when you can wrestle with ideas
and go places
the rest of the day
I would sooner give up
12 year bourbon
or the distant sound of train whistles
than take reading out of bedtime routine.
Like Memory, Canvas
I remember being there: in the back
of Cezanne’s squarish mind, the eye
now more boxy since the 20th century—
I was there: that bowl of lemons, a sky
of lemons, a rug’s floral pattern blooming
onto the wood floor like a vase on its side,
muddled water blossoming—
it would seem then that I knew these people:
a young clan of bent-knee drinkers, those
I was the child half-disappearing,
the painter’s past hard to let behind (or easy?),
a subject losing shape with distance, with distance
a feeling drawn into focus.
This is Geometry 101, 4th period, right before lunch .
I am the ugly adolescent Venus in
seat number π in row Φ
next to Euclid, that punk who wrote the textbook
and Carl who is always gaussing the grading curve.
I am an alien in this paper thin idealized world
with decidedly non-Vitruvian proportions
stammering descriptions of a third dimension.
What is the formula for beauty?
Is truth a mathematical property?
My path to point B is circuitous and meandering,
wanders off the page and off the grid
of regimented middle school life.
Come with me to the real world outside the lines.
Thank you to all the writers who contributed!!!
Danielle Alexander wrote a blog post about the show and the evening of the opening reception here.