Authent®ick, Janet Marie Rogers, 2014

These are not airport gifts

Or museum objects

These are dreams of spirit

Plucked from thin air

With colour and thought and breath

These are reclamations

Stuck to it with humour

This is visual medicine

This is good food

These marks

Are made for you

 

It took many collected minutes

Rather than one fell swoop

When “tradition” gradually opened up

Definitions and the painters

Gingerly followed suit

The moment cannot be measured

When artists began to

Break

The molds to tell the public

It is different than what’s been told

This mis-learned history,

Mind-bending reality

They loop us through designs

Like psychedelics in duplicates

New traditions fast transforming

Bridges and tunnels

Freudian fantasies put in print

 

The road from past to present

Is not long and linear

It circles fast towards the finish

Where it begins travelling again

Backwards to find the new next thing

Interpretations, acceptance, encouragements

Practice, elastic, fantastic,

electric

Red

Black

Black

Grey

Grey

White

White

Red

 

Just ask

What am I looking at?

 

Traditional

 

Spiritual

 

Cultural

 

All the loose-lipped language

Floating like orphaned words

Ungrounded from meaning

Serpents eating their tails

Swallowing definitions until

Like the totems left in natural habitat

All but disappear to reappear as thick

Forest muck on boots

Tracked through sterile gallery floors

interpreted as disrespect

 

Uncultured imbecilics

 

Stories as strong talk along with

A song and A dance. Smile

The photographer still

Deals in souls

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