Peering around my new best friend. Hiding behind her. Isn't it true that our eyes reflect our friends.
A poppy reaching almost 5 feet. Imagine that.
What's for dinner? Something most colorful & rather showy. To achieve balance, perhaps the next poem should be sedate.
Never. Bring on more NBFs.
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ReplyDeleteA comment on a show, New Yorker, 3/9/15:
"One point perspective, the foundational lie of Western painting, is a fixation of Paolini's."
A comment on a show by John Zurier in the same issue:
"Don't expect sublime landscapes; only only one of these fourteen works has anything like a horizon line....his (are) satisfyingly scuffed abstractions..."
These comments strike me as a validation of my own biography series, or startle me into finding a horizon line, and could this apply to writing as well? Or will "perspective" take on a new definition as the centuries roll on. It's something to consider while eating pizza and seeing a friend's poppies in all their glory.