Thursday, March 5, 2015

An Ah-Ha Moment of incredible measure~

Months after my father died, I found myself in 
New York City, wandering through the 
Musuem of Modern Art, a place I love. 
On the third floor, in an exhibit featuring the 

work of Gauguin, I felt his presence strongly.
Up 7th and over at 53rd, I’m back at MOMA.
The last time I was here, I came from the hos-
pital where my father was tethered, dangling
from his life, his shock of white hair looking
like Moses after he was stunned by the energy
of God’s face. But my father didn’t believe in
God, though he worshipped the sea. Today,
etchings by Gauguin who at 34 lost his job
when the French Stock Exchange crashed
and beyond his fear, his gift for painting
was waiting. No one wants to accept this.
But when the first dream comes down, the
real dream begins. With no formal training,
Gauguin was compelled to cross the sea till
he found himself in Tahiti carving mysterious
statues from old tree trunks. I’m now before a
woodblock of a woman listening to a voice in
the sky. She’s made of lime wood. The chisel
marks smell like the shavings in our basement
when I’d watch my father stroke the nicked up
surface of mahogany to reveal its woody center.
This is where we meet: craftsman, artist, poet.
I imagine the three of us in some café: Gauguin
impatient with us, my father wondering why I
brought us together, and me feeling awkward
but content, to know the place we all come
A Question to Walk With: Tell the story of a time 
when one dream came apart which in time 
revealed another. What did you learn 
from this difficult unfolding?
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