from PORTRAITS OF THE ARTISTS AS THEIR OWN SUBJECTS
Time came she hauled her figures
off the wall and began (again)
stretching: The women / in her life
teeth / under each other's skin.
Now she doesn't paint: two jobs
Two monks above him // a desperate
There's a void boring through
the faces on Jonathan's canvases
opening: black brush strokes.
Above the white cabinets in his kitchen
horses / in taupe / faces / in black / mother
opening: beside her, the child
lifting off: black brush strokes.
With Portraits, I'm thinking about what it means in poetry to have a subject (the poet's "I" is one example) and how a subject manifests itself in a painter's (or any other artist's) work. The extent to which assumed or dictated (auto)biography and experience, and more importantly the human figure, come into play in different art forms is of much interest to me, especially in [an industrial and post-industrial era].