Saturday, June 2, 2018

the undersides

the underside of the leaf
cool in shadow
sublimely unemphatic
smiling of innocence

the frailest stems
quivering in light
bend and break
in silence

this poem, like the paintings, is not really about nature
it is not about what is seen

it is about what is known forever in the mind

Agnes Martin


  1. I have been drawing with thread into them and loving it. I think that I will exhibit these sides. Thank you Mo.xo


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