m.t. whitington


A force majeure, female catalyst, futurist, polemicist, psychonaut, epistemologist. Ruminating between the lines with a clarion call and extreme unction.  A global writer with southern roots.


diagnosis in a convex mirror

diagnosis in a convex mirror

diagnosis in a convex mirror

peering through the orange jessamine,

painting diagnosis in a convex mirror

burns a reflection bigger than the mind.

fruity putrid olfaction, singe... 

the hedge on the iris bend.

periods and movements avant-garde,

all self-promotion in great opera Omnia. 

  

reasoned Hockney-Falco plain as the nose,

painting diagnosis in a convex mirror,

captured and scribbled for immortality.

Lucida, Obscura, secret knowledge

diagnosis there on the great wall of distortion.

realists curved in optical aides 

vex us to reflect,

as revolving Nadar circles in introspect.

every artist in a self-portrait:

Vermeer, Van Gogh and his painful brooding,

Van Eyck was here in the convex,

the painter painting the painted in portrait

da Vinci, Rembrandt, Rubens distorted 

virtuosos in lonely sculpted 

colors mock the orange.

in the time of day, the cast of light,

information in the backdrop, 

Parmigianino’s giant hand and small head, 

from his eye that longed for elongation of form

falls far from the tree.

agile artist working in abstract,

glances from the realist hedge

twice removed.

face captured weightless in parabolic flight,

the sweet scent of rendition,

fingers fleck splash in metal adrenalyn.

the soul swimming through the eyes, 

painting diagnosis in a convex mirror,

running through the orange jessamine.

 

Pulelehua Imagination

Pulelehua Imagination

Dividual

Dividual