The Mask of the Sun
Venus and Jupiter, occluded, sanguine notes through
corridors fell. Wild anguish of
accordion, clarinet, cloud banks of frost and dusk. Intention was to see the mummies, not the
clavicle of coronas, Robert H. Barlow I guess hunting for alligators, goofballs
snake charmer. In its stead, creaked
raven’s beak, essence of coals mummified in Sol’s face, humbling of Caesar’s
petroglyphs, I have seen the yelling of bronze spokes in flooded Telemark. Intent was, ceremonial mask whistling,
bitumen lich crotch, the weasel head really stunk they said. Cat fang trapped in ton of bombs. A traveler gone elegant, Nosferatu bells
pounded effortlessly, pasty lips still.
JF December 27, 2013
Untitled Painting, tempera on paper, 1986
For the tempera did you use egg yolk and make it up yourself with other ingredients, Jonathan? A friend of mine tried it in an experimental way, It seems like an art in itself with all the ingredients.
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Ray, thanks for the comment. As I recall the tempera paints were just premixed, bought at the store. I haven't used the medium since those years.
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