The Birth of Inés

We were hanging around the studio,
arguing with the dead
about the temperature of alizirin
and the absurdity of red

When we all felt that lovely buddah babe exhale back
against the cold, concrete wall
colored with past incarnations,
former lives, and really big mistakes,

And then she sucked right through her fingertips
the secret lives of tree roots,
and the prismatic powers of the furthermost stars,
vermillion and sage, electric lime and rich clay.

We all picked up our brushes and began to paint the cupie-doll face
of the high priestess of poets and painters and pranksters in the world,
While listening to Radiohead and Talking Heads
and the molecular formation of her new dreds.

And when it was over,
we were gonna flip our fathers the finger,
but we flashed ‘em the peace sign instead.

I don’t know exactly what really happened—
We never erased Stephanie,
She just somehow became Inés.

Viola Moriarty

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viola moriarty

(American, b. 1958)
Modern Expressionist Painter
2012-13 Recipient of the Pollock-Krasner Foundation Grant

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