All Tucked In, Staring at the Ceiling
Staring with my eyes laid open at the ceiling
I see slate tiles outside that blur into air
All are blue gray
The walls in this place raw and unbleached
Ivory. Ornamental color, not necessary
Eyes leave a trail
Chipped cerulean hue
Sole patter soft on rock
Cavernous rock
The metaphoric, or metamorphic
The same place there, in that place
Walls were yellow,
Or maybe a different article of yours
not the walls, or the house
But also not you
The room’s blinds bind plastic slits,
Horizontal
Vertically mobile
Light crawling through capsule shaped slots
Adorning thin string
One fifth of the way down
Four fifths of the way down
A completely different altitude
Webs sewn like silk in the bottom interior corners of the window
Black birds in the field,
A change in the weather.
Lay down
Drink some water
Take a deep breath
Tomorrow is new
All tucked in, staring at the ceiling, 2019
60” x 48”
Acrylic, Ink, Kozo Paper, Raw Pigment, Tape, Transparency Paper on Canvas.
Previously on View in Barbara Marshall Residence Hall at the Kansas City Art Institute.
