Still Life with Oil Rig

From a distance it could be a landscape, the vanishing point beyond the table's far edge, past the flocked wallpaper. A vase of sunflowers, a well of black ink, a glove, the right hand, palm down, as if the hand itself had gone on to smooth some other surface, and a compass upright and gouged into the table's faint grain. It casts a shadow, a thin line that bumps into the glass of the ink. All are arranged to appear inevitable.

Still Life with Contrail 

From a distance, across a high-ceilinged white room, the painting, a terminus of stretched canvas, looks like a simple mathematical equation. But move in so you can see brush strokes. Then all of it dissipates, the white peonies fall and fall, petals tinged blue lengthen into wings, shadows of a two-tined fork veer toward the horizon, the salmon on its wooden board flips as if a current has taken it, has pulled it across the table and over the edge.

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Still Life with Passenger Pigeons 

There's a story here: cracked pepper spilled across the table, a slammed door, the door roaring against its frame and then gasping shut, a reverberation in the pale room, just as though a stage direction—a larum!—had been shouted across the room. What remains: a glass shaker fallen onto the pink cloth, pepper thrown, a galaxy, a startled flock, a Braille riddle.

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Art Information 

• "Peony Oil On Canvas [3] [4]" © Cheryl Grayum; Creative Commons license.
• "Contrails 2 [5]" © Rauchbier; Creative Commons license.