The Plastic Arts, imagine
How hard can that be?
Turns out it is.
Turns out novelty is not originality.
Opinion is not truth.
Beauty is not definable.
However hard you grip a bar of wet soap,
It won’t stay gripped.
And when you catch it, hold it gently in upturned palms,
It is lifeless, listless and dull.
A footprint on the beach,
An ice cube in the mouth,
A thought, A prayer, a wish,
A breath, a ghost.
Imagine the best thing you can.
Now take that slippery, melting, elusive, thought,
And form it in solid resistant material.
How hard can that be…