For my first painting show many years ago, my artist statement read, "These paintings are about a port where repairs were needed on enough of the boats to employ all fifteen of us who lived there." I did not realize at that time how important such simplicity is. It was a show about a village in Corfu, Greece where I lived and worked when I was nineteen. Living there was like inhabiting the Bermuda Triangle of happiness. There was the port, a disco, and a restaurant where all of us met each night.
I left that island to go to art school and always assumed I would go back. I never
did, but it laid a strong blueprint for what I found made the world feel right. It is wonderful however, to return to images of boats.
else is gone, and you are alone
And you find
It will take
you a while
For you to decide it is a boat.
A few days later
you will be happy
you found it.
and then you will remember
I loved you
Sometimes the right boat or poem comes along.
Sometimes you have to be the one to make them.