Art Is for the Now.

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Van Gogh never made it out alive:
his brush strokes of radiance
consumed by us, now, were brush strokes
he kept sweeping
across the canvas
and he’ll never know
the way his beauty has sold,
and I wonder
about the madness to be an artist,
creating without compensation,
and yet after death
all your beauty,
all your intense struggles
glow in the radiance
of a starry night
which becomes a lavish commodity.

I ponder all these things
as I stare at my painting of the Marin Headlands
that’s almost finished, yet I hung
it on the wall, and I wonder:
no, I sigh with realization
that it’s about enjoying
the purple fog,
dark blue sky, copper brown hills
art is for me
in the Now,
not some distant far off place
where it’ll either by painted over,
or enjoyed, and maybe even
shared for a large sum, but
that is for the future to decide, not I
not now,
I will see that space where I paused,
white fog heavy over rolling copper brown hills,
and go back
with a lunar blender brush,
and finish what I’ve begun
in the Now.

 

 

 

JesWrightJes Wright loves being barefoot, taking deep breaths of orange blossoms while doing yoga,  and finds nature in even the most urban spaces. She is an adventurer, enjoying the acts of painting, writing and playful mindfulness in her mostly uncharted journey between northern California and upstate New York, and back again. Jes holds an MA in Individualized Studies (Creative Nonfiction) from Goddard College where she learned the power of Transformative Language Arts. Currently, she’s working on a novel, a poetry chapbook, and being an ever present diplomat for those with Asperger’s. Her writing may be found at elephant journal and on Facebook. 

 

 

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