Saw the most gorgeous painting at Mandarin Gallery a few weeks ago. No piece of art has ever struck me like this one. 12000 sing...I can keep dreaming.
To Whom It May Concern:
The paint seems to abhor the canvas,
protruding from its fabric foundation,
amending the canvas’s texture
from the crosshatching marks of woven thread
to the soft, fluid feel
of paint.
A glance discerns nothing but chaos
restrained by a rectangle’s limits;
Yet still, this rectangle is commodious enough to encourage this chaos
made by thick, turbulent strokes
of paint.
To interpret the serenity of water lilies
blossoming out of a somber, murky pond
in such a vociferous style is, I must admit, shocking;
gracefully, this artist has created an organized storm.
By interring a pastel Monet water lily
in favor of a three-dimensional leaf
sculpted only through passion
and paint,
my mind is electrified.
And so I plead: ‘The price of the object in question is quite voluminous. Would you please consider a discount?”
