A friend gave me a large canvas she had started working on but never finished. I know how that can be. I accepted it gladly, took it home and started throwing paint at it.
Often times the underpainting color is dictated by what paint I have an excess of. Pink is not something I would have started with, but it suits this one.
The painting is 36×60. I have titled it “The Flute End of Consequences,” which is from a William Stafford poem, called, “At the Bomb Testing Site.”
At the Bomb Testing Site
At noon in the desert a panting lizard
waited for history, its elbows tense,
watching the curve of a particular road
as if something might happen.
It was looking at something farther off
than people could see, an important scene
acted in stone for little selves
at the flute end of consequences.
There was just a continent without much on it
under a sky that never cared less.
Ready for a change, the elbows waited.
The hands gripped hard on the desert.