It's in the way that light describes a door
where you might expect to find a window.
Don't blame the artist any more than curse
the road for being lost. To trick the eye
is workmanlike, but to deceive the hand
into pushing at the wall's a technique
to separate the genius from the freak.
Behind this image is the bloody core
of life: The marrow, not the fall of shadow
or wet splattered paint; a pulse in reverse,
where fluids stay still, as if to deny
their origins. Each squeezed flat tube a gland,
each brush hair a nerve - except when they're not.
Sometimes, the truth of Art is best forgot.
