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Today’s prompt (“as always optional”) required both listening to and reading James Schuyler’s “Hymn to Life” and then doing a minimum 20 minutes of free-write, following certain checklist criteria outlined by Hoa Nguyen. Nguyen says to select and use “those that further your present tense engagement.” Two items from the checklist are “Include at least four colours” and “Introduce the occasional 3- and 4-word sentence.” There are 17 items on the checklist.

unground endpaper glass

this is an old book and the cover is buckram. it smells
like the old library it comes from. it is resting
on a round card table by a window where there are
raindrops sliding down the glass–just a few–in
no hurry, and the bright light from the overcast
sky puts a light shadow of a few of the drops
on the opened pages of the book. page 128
has a trickle painting the word “filigree” on one
line and then the phrase “traipse to” on the next.
the girl sitting at the table
closes the book. opens just the cover.
she sees a wild color-chaos inside–she
doesn’t know what endpapers are. “oh!”
comes with her startlement. she then remembers
being in a sweets-shop
and seeing a pattern
on what her mum called “napoleons.”
mum explained that a knife is drawn
through the still-warm icing
and that makes the pattern.
this pattern must have been made
similarly, but it is much wilder–violet
violent, orange oreganoing at the redder chimes beneath,
a jagjagjag as if static were choreographed
by a balletmaster. ballet. apices of pirouettes
framing a cathedrally jukebox shape.

the girl wonders why on Earth such a riot
occurs just inside the front cover. what does it
have to do with the story? is it
sideshow? is it the cleansing
of the mind’s palate? is contrast
deliberate, to give the reader relief
from this howling cacophony, when the page is
turned and the quiet, stately title arrives?

she does not know, but she does know
she is done with the book
and is now ready to paint,
or color,
or draw.

she looks out the window,
then at it. its smooth
soothing glass
is her title page,
the endpaper riot
of green and greenblue, orange and burnt sienna,
violet and VIOLET
quieted just enough.

she closes the book and goes to her room.

Valley artist Rachelle Olsen, mentioned previously in this blog, made me an offer I could not refuse. If I would write her “Artist’s Biography,” a succinct crystallization of her artistic focus, career and philosophy, she would pay me either in cash or a painting of hers. No fool I, I chose the painting. This evening I go to pick it up. It looks like this:

rachelle painting 051615

Here is what she got in return:

“Rachelle Olsen is the artistic force behind the Phoenix, Arizona gallery

Impossible Blue Studios, which showcases her paintings in acrylics on wood and

canvas. Born in American Fork, Utah, her upbringing was in Flagstaff, Arizona.

Though she is mostly self-taught, she has benefited from the tutelage of Burdell

Moody of the Belleza Gallery in Bisbee, Arizona. Her signature work is the

depiction of realistic subject matter in a geometrically expressionistic manner,

uniting pictorial elements with pixelesque vibrance. There is speculation that her

work partakes of her unique synaesthetic sense, which occurs in about one in 25

people and which transfers sensory input from one sense to another. She may, for

instance, hear a sound and have her brain ‘translate’ it to sight.

“Ms. Olsen’s work has been showcased in such diverse Phoenix venues as the

Firestage Theatre, the Fair Trade Cafe, and “Equinox” on the Art Detour. Her work

is in the collections of Jobeth Jamison, Eric Shelley, and James Wannerton in the

United Kingdom.”

After we agreed on the deal I asked Rachelle if I could feature her in one of my blog posts, and double-acrosticize her and Synthaesthesia. She readily agreed, and here is what I did.

 synaesthesia n rachelle 051615

And here is what it says, synaes-synthesizing all over the place:

Synaesthesia & Rachelle

Sensoria draw lines across the [sand]
You C a sound to freeze U where you [stand]
Nor ought we give the C a [reprimand]
A [beaten] C [delineates] what’s [grand]
Effective photons hit us in the kisser
Salacious tactiles tickle aural viscera
Then translate them into a textual [or textile] doc
Hot contrails stream their vids from Mock to Mach
Essential oils taste green as mink we stole
So fletch that arrow & make William tell
Intentionally odd hues bright & droll
Avail her of a oeuvre si si belle [work so so beautiful]