Oil on canvas
40 x 70 inches
2024
Cold alabaster steps downward, into the darkness of a candle lit epoch
The light tapping of a chisel upon marble,enter the tomb of Giuliano Medici..
Time accelerates I am floating, hoovering above her
Eye-to-eye an inch from her approaching face,
And she is Night .
Time, light, magnetism, gravity conspire
at the behest of the muse, she beckons.
the smell of earth, freshly sculpted stone, dust of marble enters my nostrils
I watch Michelangelo below, he shapes her muscular limbs
And she is Night .
I have always been here, 497 years, a moment ago
Suspended in the vertigo of a parallel reality
Via elasticity of consciousness, I am at peace.
Familiarity and Benvenuto pervade my being
And she is Night .
On the floor of tomb, particles of light form inside of me.
Luminous azure, magenta photons emit from the cracks in my chest
The laser light particles find her and she me.
Guided her light to a stairway to heaven,
encircled by Venus Italica, Colossus
And she is Night .
R.M.
7.26.2024