As a child, I didn’t know what to make of my mother’s wild brush strokes. She didn’t title this painting, so the subject is a mystery. Still, I loved to stare into the flaming colors.
Maybe the violent strokes expressed rage. Or confusion. Or, maybe the painting came from an art school exercise, an experiment in abstract modernism.
The mystery heightened when I found obscure lettering on the back of the frame. In my poem “Flight,” an analytical narrator looks for explanations. But can logic unravel these gusts of line and color?
Read the poem: Flight
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Painting @ Louise Craven Hourrigan
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