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
your undersides are magic!
ReplyDeleteI 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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