2 OR 3 THINGS I KNOW

the mixed emotions
of our sheltering sky

paintings by
JMW Turner




we're always at a loss for
words when trying to recall
a sunset or that feeling
before a big storm



and after...



when the
clouds lift


and the light
becomes more
magnificent than
on a clear day.



even though we
think we have control,
we spend every moment of our
waking lives trying to express,
understand and articulate what
we're feeling or experiencing
on this foreign planet



and
in our own
minds



to confront that chaos
we use whatever we can
get our hands on to
make sense of it



and people still ask
"why does art matter"?



ps:

"I couldn't
possibly tell you.

It's here.
Can't you feel it?

everything is
in color and I can
feel the air"