Portrait of a Man As Mabuse does it, the hand held halfway turned between beseeching and confession, holds nothing but itself, while the other hand hides within his partly-shrugged off cloak. His hat's absurd, flopping above a black skullcap: a burnt- orange mushroom top replete with stitching, a seal, and snaps… Still, this is all bewitching distraction: the picture's heart, above the curls of beard, is that pair of offset, mismatched eyes. Ostensibly aimed at the viewer, they have, it's clear, no object in view but his own dolorous, half-wise, bent-nosed, knob-cheeked, small-eared, self-aware face. He looks our way unblinkingly and says, Look on yourselves, ye mighty, and despair. Eric Colburn Eric Colburn is a poet whose work has appeared recently in Appalachia, Blue Unicorn, The Orchards Poetry Journal, and other places. He lives with his family in the Boston area, where he rides his bicycle everywhere, but whenever he drives up to the mountains he stops at the Currier Museum on the way home.
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