accidentally buying a painting in Chinatown
not too many lines on the scroll but enough
to lead me. this painting is like a word
begging to be rescued.
and I in turn (an over stimulated viewer)
am released into vast ink strokes
compiling into mountains where
I can blaze a path with the same ease
I can erase.
from a distance
fine lines guide ( the current ( of wind (
or water ( and those Vs `‘ `’ taking off
to the west from
tiny slanted dashes ‘` suggesting trees.
in such a movement ‘` transported
the gyroscope of my imagination defies
the gravity of a reality over-burdened with
Colour Sound Ads and Product.
along such simple lines fire burns. becomes
a laconic way of pinning down passion.
an appetite for something discovered
just under the surface of a word. and
like a mole leaves no tracks behind but
erupts in generous white spaces
in the consequence of contrasts—
a place that Is and Isn't.
a place between.
to eschew reality enough
to let me (a mere dreamer) in.
perched on such ethereal cliffs I regain
I say: it's a bargain.
- Daniela Elza