Octopus
Octopus
Polipo
10" x 12"
oil on panel
excerpt from novel:
Vincent begins every morning early in the open-air street market where all the senses are awakened, called upon, required. Fruit and vegetables are stacked in orderly piles of shapes, color, texture, the things painting is about, all in bright sunlight or within the colorful shade of umbrellas. The eyes of octopi stare longingly up, out of the single, rectangular blob of wet flesh and tentacles their box has molded them into. A crisp patch of blue sky is reflected along each curved surface. Do their eyes follow as he moves on? Vincent looks back, can't tell. From another box nearby, a chorus of red fish, all placed upright, sing their Tyrrhenian chant, unknowable, their ample mouths filled with the morning's sharp air, gasping at the sky.
