Self-Portrait as the Artist Working in the Dark
after Stephen Hannock Fingers contain the medium, colours liquid as blood, luminosity confined by a bell jar, perfect vacuums all ambidextrous artists need for manipulating twin brushes, one each for different blank canvases stretched beyond breaking, though each surface reflects something that has never been seen before: poems acid etched in concrete where paint will not adhere, a welder's mask nothing can be seen through, black lights that images can be seen in only when sunglasses are affixed, gray light apparent like a strangeness on the skin, a kind of living presence no heat source can eliminate or effect; in the end the artist can only offer an addict's last days as seen from inside a medicine chest, time on a soiled platter offered as if it were a head. Alan Catlin Editor's note: Alan Catlin's poem was inspired by the work of artist Stephen Hannock, whose stunning landscape paintings can be viewed at http://www.stephenhannock.info. Alan Catlin has been publishing for parts of five decades in little, minuscule, not so little, literary and university publications from the Wisconsin Review to Tray Full of Lab Rats, to Wordsworth’s Socks and The Literary Review among many others. His chapbook, Blue Velvet, won the Slipstream Chapbook Contest in 2017. He is the poetry and review editor of Misfitmagazine.net, an online poetry journal.
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