from The Fogg Poems: To Morris Louis of the Blue Veil, 1958-59

Issue #54
Spring 1991
Acrylic resin paint on canvas No longer tension, no dimension, only the words without letters floating in their washes, hiding Salomé, the figure behind our musings trapped in her camouflaging dance. The limit makes the shape and we have none,...

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