Monday, June 7, 2010

d'ou venons nous? que sommes nous? ou allons nous?

Paul Gauguin, you are my June.
your painting gives off heat that mirrors the wooden floor.
If you seeked a society that was more elementary, I think I found it for you,
here, in your painting.

How many roads are there to simplicity that you looked for?
The human web caught you too,
you too became a victim.

Paintings have no choice but to survive the artist;
the people you froze in this frame would never know
if you found what you came here looking for.

Tahiti, june 2010