Still Life

What really sorts my mind is meditation. I love putting things away and taking them out again. Still lifes are about choices. They’re mental constructs - wanderlust worlds of abundance with lots of cultural curiosity, where farm fresh can frolic with other people’s nostalgia. They get preachy about the good life, but are usually decorative. Still lifes are reflections of our better selves, but they’re more organized and don’t have to be accurate. I think that’s one reason why people like them, though they may not be aware of it: still lifes become private altars.

Composition

This is where things come together

Light, culture, health and garden

Proud things brought to purpose

Gravity and growth - in this space

Meaning gets rearranged for effect

Especially what’s taken for granted

And someone else takes it home

An elderly man with gray hair and a beard, wearing sunglasses and a colorful plaid shirt, sitting in a garden surrounded by blooming pink and white flowers and green foliage.

Sill Life

Cleaning her bread drawer to my early

Amazement, grandma was want to say

Leave anything alone long enough and

It will walk, my still lifes aren’t so still

There’s ritual order, animism following

Intuitive necessity, there’s power put-

Back where it belongs in the cosmos

With Proud things placed in perspective

So the stillness comes from looking

Still lifes are about choices. They’re mental constructs - wanderlust worlds of abundance with lots of cultural curiosity, where farm fresh can frolic with other people’s nostalgia.