Above, the painting as it is now. I have to take a step back to decide whether it is completed or not. The following free verse, arises out of re-reading the painting, working through the layers of thought that are embodied in its poiesis:
YOUR OWN MEANING
What if you could begin again?
Organelle, organelles, originating, originated,
Then, increasing by means of the
Silent and cellular nature of the situation
And traversing all the planes of your own presence,
Encompass yourself across dimensions
Palpably invisible that have no bounds –
Culturing, cultivating, cycle-encircling, circle-encycling,
Unfolding horizons of nothing absolute, of absolution
Unknowing the who, how or whence,
In wanderings, not so random –
I ask you, where do you want to go, over, again?
You ought to know your way by now,
These are the lineaments of your own face –
Step back, and breathe in the atmosphere of your own meaning.