applied on naked female bodies,
live brushes on a canvas.
the gaze knows no escape,
fixed, not on an object’s shape,
but on the colour pure,
a touch of Prussian, surely –
yet Klein it is.
A picture in the archives,
found quite a while after its taking,
forgotten, orphaned by its time.
Observation, if not meditation,
a thing that wants to look like something:
the shadow of a stem of dried hydrangea,
inserted in the gravel,
on the bottom of a vase.
Sierksma, Montmorillon 23.2/2021