Cezanne Speaks to Artists Who Wait to be Inspired
“I struggle with the meaning of life.
I paint the ambiguous appearance of reality,
and the absurdity of death.
Red apples roll in the crease of my canvas
tempting limits of line and space.
Though I have not tried everything yet,
where would they be without me?
The essence of nothing is complete because
nothing can be completed.
Yet some survive the test,
feel rescued from
the enigma of my reach.
Yet my loneliness persists,
blankets the earth,
beneath a barren tree.
Imitators exhaust themselves
in worn boots.
Yet their struggles persist.
Their waiting, never over.”
Cool Blue Morning
Seen from space
gases in the atmosphere<