Homage to Marlene Dumas


I paint because I am a woman.

(The logic is hidden but it is forever present

in-sanity in-temperate im-perative.)


I paint because I am, I was, I will be.

(That should be reasons enough

for making, building, birthing, blind hope

despite all evidence to the reverse.)


I paint because I see the end

to all eternities predicted in books and promises.

To stake the claim in pigment, to remain

like specks of dust suspended and transformed

by light.

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