japonisme: why?

13 November 2009



(a google-found poem)

Why do you paint on stained glass?

Why do You Paint Your Car?

Why do you paint the bottom of a boat?

Why do you paint fantasy?

Why do you paint the bottom part of trees white?

Why do you paint your dead with red ochre?

Why do you paint wood?

Why do you paint contemporary/abstract art?

Why do you paint a canoe black?

Why do you paint naked people?

Why do you paint the barrels?

Why do You Paint Your Car?

Why do you paint?

For exactly the same reason I breathe.

That’s not an answer.

There isn’t any answer.

How long hasn’t there been any answer?

As long as I can remember.

And how long have you written?

As long as I can remember.

I mean poetry.

So do I.

E. E. Cummings

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Anonymous evan said...

Yup. I remember drawing as far back as first grade. I remember being told to weave color paper baskets for art class (about the same time- & yeah, probably for Easter) & being outraged- that wasn't art & besides- I wanted to draw. I read some advice somewhere that said if you you're thinking about whether to be an artist or not- don't be. It is like breathing. It's not a choice.

14 November, 2009 09:12  
Blogger lotusgreen said...

perfectly stated, evan. thanks.

14 November, 2009 10:46  

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