Tree trunks in the grass

Van Gogh, 1890

Visited the Cincinnati Museum of Art, 11/04/2016, to see the exhibit “Van Gogh, Undergrowth”. This painting was on display, and although no photography was allowed, i found an image online. To see this painting up close extraordinaire. 

Van Gogh’s work is sensual. A sexual encounter. This painting a new favorite. The favorite. One to immerse and revel, detail of color to paint a soul. 

This was a prolific time in Van Gogh’s life while in the asylum. He wrote Theo “work is progressing well, I have done 2 canvases of the fresh grass in the park, one of extreme simplicity. I enclose a quick scribble of it”. 

There is a mystery surrounding this painting i have yet to answer. I have Ingo F. Walter and Rainer Metzger’s Van Gogh: The complete Paintings, without this painting included. There must be an answer. As of now nothing to note.  

Van Gogh always of interest to me. 

love not understood
keep me pining for more.
love that saved me
fathom the final score. –J


Poetry! keep our spirits alive.

Admire the artist’s canvas,

alive in moments

snapshots of beauty

when peace exists. 

She ponders “Never give monsters room to trap and leave you soulless.”

Her answer was to pen hope.

Or at least truth, as brutal as it appears. 

She realized black added to crimson, remains a circle. The sharp edges of orange a mere distraction. 

The swirling of stars makes one dizzy and yet we stay grounded in the paradox of light. 

If a painting fails, existence becomes painful.

Where Treasure Lies

Digging deeper still.

Digging deeper.

What lies beneath a broken heart?
Fertile soil of time past.

A seed planted in a
glass jar
shattered on my fingertips.

Us, driving in the car
past swirling images,
families on the front porch

watching us go by,
my camera in hand.
I ask you to slow down

something catches my eye
and then blink, you are gone.