I admit it, I am a reader of poetry. I’ve been to poetry slams and thoroughly enjoyed myself. And sometimes, a few lines of prose sticks in my memory and describes something that feels real to me.
Recently, I discover a young Toronto poet, Kristina Goltsis, when she posted some work in a Facebook group I belong to. There were a few that really spoke to me, but this one seemed to go with the feeling of the piece I was working on at the time. It seemed easy to finish it once I had these few lines in my head.
With non-objective work being only shape and colour, it’s pretty much impossible to “say” something with a piece. I go for the feeling. If you feel something in your gut when you look at it, I’ve succeeded. After a week I still like to look at this. It still feels right. I can let this one go.