Poetry and Art Meet in Austin, Texas
We met at The Davis Gallery in Austin late in June. The gallery was humming with works from different artists who exhibit there and Laurel walked me through, pointing out highlights of each artist’s work. The assistant gallery director, Susannah Morgan, is enthusiastic and fascinating to talk to. This was my only “sightseeing” this trip, and an excellent choice.
For me, it was as clear as night from day—literally! I thought I was looking at night, but I was actually looking at day. Or, how does night masquerade as day? Or, which is a “better” representation of my poetry collection—the idea of sunset or sunrise? Can both be true simultaneously? Or, how is my experience “colored” by the fact that this painting travelled digitally from Austin to West Hartford, Connecticut and took on more darkness through each transmission? How do I experience the painting knowing that the scene is a sunrise very near my daughter’s new home?
As we shared our stories over lunch, I learned that Laurel is expecting the birth of her first two grandchildren next month, a sunrise experience. I am experiencing my eldest daughter as a new wife creating a life in Texas with her husband, sunrise for her, sunset for me. And yet there is the sweet circularity of the sun, and the sure knowledge that practicing the art of gentle waiting, the sun will rise again on each experience I initially perceive as an ending.