Artist Statement


NOW

I think of painting now,
Feeling the perfect, hypnotic gestures
Of hand to brush, poetic and erotic.

But, witness the weighty deliberations-
Postmodernism’s fancy for
Captured images. Like a
butterfly anesthetized
And pinned to cotton,
Dead but beautiful;
Postmodernism, so dead
But beautiful.

We are fooled, fueled
By this seduction,
Thus blinded, O Osiris.

We are fooled, fueled
By this seduction,
Thus blinded, O Osiris.

Cynthia M. Kukla