Above the Deaf School, oddly opportune:Sunspots are black, not green; but the image is strking, and works. I can't decide if its because it taps into the 'false colouration' aspect of impressionist painting (where orange light would throw a green shadow), or whether it simply, neatly, folds together the greenery of the shrubs and the blackness of night.
This whittled city’s whalebone-sliver moon.
Somebody has teased imported shrubbery
Into Seurat’s A Sunday Afternoon
on the Isle de la Grande Jatte. The island scene
in monochrome, with shadows the same green
The capuchinI hadn't noticed the monkey in the image until I read this! The park gift-shop sells ('what else?') prints of the painting. And, the gardener has installed in the pond, to stand-in for the Seine, some carp:
monkey strains at its wire leash. Long pipes
protrude from hedge-lips; Gallic archetypes
smooth out their verdant skirts, the fresh-cut hems
a school of twenty-eightWe are the carp; our fish-shaped eyes swimming in the medium of art, and hungrily grazing upon it -- made, here, actual foliage, a kind of literalisation of the pastoral mode (art not just about nature, but actually an example of nature). Very nice.
Japanese Gin Rin B were introduced
to the muddy park. Their long fins undulate
above the pond—when it was deepened by
a passing storm; they grew too large. Heads high,
we coax out art to meet our hungry eyes.
Nature is the call, and the reply.