"It is easy to be beautiful; it is difficult to appear so. I admire you, beloved, for the trap you’ve set. It’s like a final chapter no one reads because the plot is over."
— Frank O’Hara
"With Annie gone,
whose eyes to compare
with the morning sun?
Not that I did compare,
But I do compare
Now that she’s gone."
whose eyes to compare
with the morning sun?
Not that I did compare,
But I do compare
Now that she’s gone."
— Leonard Cohen, For Anne
"I was here. I touched your hand. We loved each other. We tried not to be afraid. You painted. I tried to put a few real words on a page. This is what it meant to be alive. We lived very hard. We loved everything: flesh, earth, water, sky. We were hurt often. But we loved the world and it was good. You painted. I tried to put a few words on a page. We loved each other. We needed to say something. We did our best. There wasn’t enough time."
— Carole Maso, The Art Lover
Late Fragment, Raymond Carver
And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
Dancing Solo, 2012, pigment print on paper on panel (polyptych). Image courtesy Tama Hochbaum and George Lawson Gallery
