Repeter Depuis Le Debut

Répéter Depuis le Début The Pink Studio, by Henri Matisse, 1911. Perception fuses like melted rose quartz, fuses on the lens of Matisse’s puzzled eyes like the naiveté of childhood returned to age. Melted images rose in two dimensions, rose in repetition, mothering the pieces. Quartz, genteel rosé, shown in transcendence, fuses on the lens of Matisse’s puzzled eyes on naysayers & followers, his morphosis reigns. The stimulus silent, light’s effect returned, burned lens now open to the madness of pattern, pieces of left brain obliterated; right reinforced; art, Matisse’s obsession oozed from his pores puzzled synapses explored and explored, eyes dry as a bone, from sleepless nights, sigh. Like the naiveté of childhood returned to age, the Madonna appears, or the muse Aphrodite reborn, naiveté sexless tasted clean, pure, purged in white. Of the patterns outside, he’d reproduce those within childhood wide-eyed he approached & there he returned again & again paying homage to the core, to reiterate images in pieces of two dimensions age left the left brain obliterated – reinforced the right. Melted images rose in two dimensions. Images, giving meaning to negative space, rose ground beneath the pestle of repetition in loops, sockets, knobs, holes, tabs, slots & keys two halves male-female, left-right, up-down dimensions all an idiocracy depicted his fright, rose in repetition, mothering pieces, in loops, sockets, knobs, holes, tabs, slots & keys repetition reiterated, quartz ground beneath the pestle mothering the pieces of two dimensions, pieces of puzzles conjoining parts triangularly staged. Quartz, genteel rosé, shown in transcendence. Genteel, childlike, Matisse adored illumination, art rose with repetition, a mothering of the pieces, shown in the dance, in stance, in transfigured delight, in loops, sockets, knobs, holes, tabs, slots & keys, transcendence an illusion, of optics, of light. First Published in Ekphrastic: writing and art on art and writing 2016