Intense and dazzling, the forms
Shimmer, nothing left to chance;
Gustav anchored life, lust and love
All at once, in a dance
Of golden glory.
Be not afraid. The scenes
Are not wanton, orgies, yes,
But of color and form, sensate
Pools of desire refracted
Into each of the senses.
How does an artist give the world
All the fullness it deserves?
With a private garden of symbols,
Simple, potent, yet absolute
The spiral, the oval, the square.
This shall be thy alphabet.
Like a magic crystal of childhood,
Place one in a glass of water and
As you watch, a world will grow
Eve J. Alfille September 2013