Mark Making

Art :

To move someone

If you’ve never stood before abstraction and felt the purity of a single tear slide down your cheek

You have not lived yet

Not long enough at least

You’ve never been confronted with nothingness that forces you to peer into a mirror only to recount your tragedy

It’s marks on canvas

Sometimes less

The most moving pieces are those that seem empty to me

Rothko Chapel

How Vivid Black can be

How exuberant nothing can feel

You are in the room as the missing piece

The holes left on the walls remind you that you are everything and nothing

Brushstrokes

Pigment

Canvas

Sunlight

Its all there

Just a few marks on Canvas

A Solange

Allowing the blank background to peek through at you

You peek back from the deepest places

Just a few marks on canvas

You see a face

You make out a word

You read the title

You don’t yet comprehend

All at once a wave sweeps over you

You’re looking into yourself

You have been moved

You have witnessed Art