Here’s my latest painting. It’s an embellishment on one of the small Estrangement pieces I did last summer. When I finished it, I took ten minutes and scribbled out a short parable as a sort of statement on the piece. I’m not a writer so forgive me if I break certain rules of poetry, prose, or other long held systems of literature writing. The key for me is that the words were informed by the image, and not the other way around.
Once, there was a man
who was dying.
He knew he was dying, and so
prayed to God to receive his spirit.
That he would that very day dwell in Heaven in the clouds
with his friends who had died and Ben Franklin
and Gandhi.
And so he died.
As his soul ascended, God went by.
Only God was too busy
Being a horse with wings, and He had flowers to deliver.
He was so busy with this, the delivering of flowers
That God didn’t notice the man’s ascending soul.
It vanished
And so the man was just dead.
