A Little Chat

Red. And three. And what's this? A confection? And a green shadow under the raspberry on a red tart. What's going on here? And how dare I ask so many questions in a row? What's in all this for you? Am I teasing you? Delaying the point? Asking you to look a little closer at three simple, or maybe not, little forms and color? Maybe follow the shadows and look for shifts in the light. Am I there or somewhere else again? Maybe thinking of the lucent glimmer of waves on a coastline, some mangroves, a Carolina skiff? Am I back on the island, in the wetlands looking again? Chasing the light, the glimpse of form and shadow that speak magic to me? Is that leaf of the berry enough of a palmetto, that blue near the choux close to a gulf blue? And that green shadow? Is that an after image from looking hard at things while in the sun? Or are they pastries, painted for show? Sometimes MR. Freud, a cigar is not just a cigar. Again, what's outside the frame? Or within the artist? And what are you bringing to it yourself? In looking at art, making art, collecting it too. Something shimmers, vibrates, something speaks to you, and there you have the beginning, a glimpse of truth. Need I say it? That call and response.