Food for thought only.
Walking in an art gallery today i crossed a mandala of sorts, a loosely painted target on a perforated board. There were holes left where arrows had flown in + shot through.
i froze for a moment too long, petrified, and was tossed back into the inexpressible. Akin to the overwhelming grief of not seeing someone ever again. The tug of dread unexplainable. The idea of always + consistently missing the mark. However, so perfectly deliberate in missing, that it seems by mere calculation one should recognize the pattern + surely catch on + achieve the point.
A ring tone blares behind me, from inside my pack, jolting me to reality. That’s what damn cell phones are good for. After the brief call, i look again at the artwork. The painting was simply a piece of cheap pegboard the painter had cleaned brushes off onto.
i'll rest on that.
I can identify with the 'akin to grief' line funny, it's like saying 'there's no going back' some things are best viewed once, savoured and remembered that way. Never quite the same second time round. But we can hope yes?
ReplyDeletelove at first sight and than...well you had your moment of contemplation.
ReplyDeleteThanks for our reaction after being so long away....
I mean after my being away
ReplyDeletelove
are you feeling Irish today? my favorite line of Yeats', song for Dylan Thomas by the incredible Van Morrison.
ReplyDeleteThe misconception of the eye of the beholder sometimes better (writing anywway)
ReplyDelete"...it seems by mere calculation one should recognize the pattern and surely catch on and achieve the point. "
ReplyDeleteAh, but sometimes, missing the point IS the point, yes?